New Hampshire Statesman And State Journal

Devil's Chicken's own Luck. On Wednesday last, the $20,000 prize was drawn by a singular man, in a singular manner. A package of tickets in the New York Literature Lottery, had been stolen from a vender. He advertised them, but of course with only a slight hope of recovery, and yet a few days after brought him a penitential note from the conscientious thief, wherein he expressed himself shocked at his crime, and anxious to repair damages, and offered to pay the full value of the package, providing that no legal measures should be taken, and a certificate given him that he was entitled to the amount of such prizes as might be drawn, he having either in a fit of caution or remorse, destroyed the evidences of prospective drafts on Dame Fortune. His offer was met, the money paid, and amongst the number he procured were the three spelling $20,000. Fortune is blind they say, and if she be honest she most certainly ought to be so, for although much joy may be felt at the return of the lost sheep, we could hardly offer it more conveniences than to that portion of the flock that had not strayed, and yet this reformed criminal has secured an independence, resulting from the commission of a crime, while many who never left the correct path, may paste their tickets in a common place book as mementos of a common place folly.—New York Standard.