Elopement.—The Wife of Mr. Gilbert Crumb, a respectable citizen residing on Mechanic Street in this Village, yesterday eloped—if this term may be applied to an open, defiant departure from her husband’s house and home, with Mr. Oliver Holcomb, who is the husband of an excellent and handsome wife. Their present whereabouts we have not learned.
Mrs. Crumb was about 23 years of age—and she leaves behind her an only child, a little boy five years old. Holcomb had been a border in the house of Crumb. Many persons will remember him for his feats in wrestling.
We passed Crumb’s house this morning, he was disposing of his furniture preparatory to breaking up house keeping and removing. He looked, what indeed he is a wo begone, wretched man, whose cup of bitterness and affliction was full--and unto whom comfort and happiness were to be, henceforth, strangers.
As Mr. Crumb was always a kind and indulgent husband, this exhibition of criminal infidelity on the part of the lady can be accounted for only through the hardiness of the times, which makes hard cases of many people—or through that spirit of mutability to which feminality whether in a state of singularity or connubiality, is proverbially subject. --Norwich Reporter.