It is seldom, even in these days of disaster on rail and water, that the newspapers have such a horror to record as the killing of Miss Lillie MCDILL, daughter of Rev. Dr. MCDILL, president of Xenia Theological Seminary, and Miss Sophia KELSO by a train at that place recently. The train was making 60 miles an hour, the buggy with the three young ladies was on the crossing. The horse was killed, the buggy was torn into kindling wood, Miss MCDILL was thrown 90 feet, her eye was knocked out onto the cheek, and her head crushed in on a stone: Miss Sophia KELSO was impaled on an iron projection of the locomotive, which penetrated her head, and carried some distance; both legs were broken; Miss Sallie KELSO was thrown about 80 feet and very seriously injured; when found she was wrapped up in the buggy blanket and her head rested on one of the buggy cushions, which alone saved her life. Miss Sallie, the only survivor, is said to be slowly recovering. It will be a century befor! e the MCDILL and KELSO families forget this climax of tragedies. See that buggy, the horse, the three bright young ladies, returning from a charitable errand-such a picture as angels might delight in-a thunderbolt effaces the picture and the crushed and bleeding fragments are hurled through the air. As often as that picture comes to mind it is accompanied with a chill, and, while in the material world is has passed to the rear yet such is the impression it has made on the mind that the Xenia railroad crossing, the horse and buggy, the three ladies, the hurricane of iron that strikes them, will ever be vividly before the eyes of thousands. For such a scene once sunk deep in the mind is always there to be developed in full form and with sharp outlines at frequent intervals, and influencing the life and character-a perpetual reminder that in the midst of the most buoyant and promising life a shadowless Death may be found right there.