SCOTLAND.
A very melancholy and distressing accident took place at Dundas Castle, on Tuesday week. Mr. Dundas's third son, Henry, a very fine and promising boy of ten years of age, having just left his mother's room, ran down to the steam-engine, which is situated at the farm of- fices, and was employed that morning in driving the thrashing-mill, the circular saw, and bruising grain with a pair of malt-rollers, which are driven from the saw-mill shaft. The boy had incautiously gone too close to the pinions of the rollers, and got the corner of his little jacket first entangled, which, from the rapidity of the motion, dragged bins into them in an instant, and had first caught him above the elbow of the right arm, which they at that place divided, and then a second time caught him close to the shoulder-joint, which was also cut off at that place, and both pieces of the arm were left banging by the tattered fragments of the jacket in the teeth of the pinions. His uncle and godfather, the honourable Captain Duncan, had only a few days before written to say that he was to put his name down for admission to the Royal Naval College at Portsmouth.—Glasgow Herald.
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