QUINTRUPLE MURDER. Awful Tragedy in Nebraska.— Story of the Affair. London, Dec 4.

You have probably learnt all about the fearful quintuple murder in Nebraska long ayo. If not, the following version of the -.tory, communicated to the London paper.by relatives of the unfortunate families, may be of interest. There are few, says the ' Telegraph," to whom the story we are abouo to relate of a dismal tragedy, re cently enacted in the United Sta es, will not forcibly appeal. So clo=e. indeed, are the ties of sympathy generated by consanguinity and facility of intercourse which now bind the two great Anglo Saxon nations together, that crimes of a peculiarly ghastly type seldom fail to revei berate through both countries alike, without regard to the spot that happens to witness their com mission. There is, however, one vital difference between tine publicity attaching to an exceptionally horrible English murder and that which attends upon a similar atrocity perpetrated on the other Ade of the Atlantic. The smallneas of the United Kingdom, and the high civilisation pervading every portion of its surface, render it impossible that any crime of unusual turpitude should escape the public eye, and fail to be noticed by the metropolitan journals On the other hand, such is the immeusity of the area over which the Transatlantic Republic spreads that in the voiceless solitudes of the South, or among the fardistant and sparsely ■ settled States and Territories of the North-West, dark deeds of blood and violence are constantly recurring, of which the echo is so faint that it hardly reaches New York, and is seldom wafted across the Atlantic. Of this de scription is the awful crime of which the young State of Nebraska was lately the scene. About three years since a young English gentleman of good family, Mr Henry Baird by name, took his departure from this country in order to try his fortune in the United States. When he started upon the trip which has just ended so disastrously, Mr Baird was not inroh more than sixteen yearaold. His father, Captain T C. Baird, who is dead, was connected with Sir David Bairds family, and his mother— who is still alive, and resides at Deal — was a daughter of the Honourable and Reverend Robert Maude, a son of the first Lord Hawarden Mr Maude, who was Dean of Clog' er, Archdeacon of Dublin, and Rector of Enniskillen, died in 1861, leaving a widow, three sons, and five daughters, of whom the eldest married Major (General John M. Perceval, and the second Captain T. C Baird. Mr Henry Baird was an emigrant of precisely the kind that our Transatlantic kinsmen are most disposed to welcome. In addition toashrewd Scotch bruin, he carried with him enough money to give him an excellent 3tart in a new country, and, following Horace Greeley's proverbial advice, he resolved to u go West" and, in American phrase, to "pitch in" within the confines of a young and promising State where money, being a rare commodity, might, if judiciously employed, b? turned to great advantage. Young as he ws, Mr Baird seems to have " had his head screwed on the right way." He bought some land at Fu'lerton, in Nance County, Nebraska, upon which he was about to build a house, and his letters to his widowed mother and to his sister spoke in enthusiastic terms ot the new country in which he had made his home, and of the prospects of success that seemingly lay before him. Not long after his departure from England he was followed to Nebraska by his first cousin, Mr Perceval, and by the latter's young wife, both of whom, together with their baby, have now shared Mr Baiid's untimely fate. Mr Perceval and his wife were each of them less than twenty four years old when they, their infant, Mr Baird, and Mr Mair were foully murdered. It appears that a small English colony, consisting of Mr H. A. G. Baird, Mr Hugh Mair, Mr and Mrs Henry Perceval and their one year-old child, and finally a man named George Furnival, lived together or in close proximity to each other at or near Pullerton. On the night of -unday, September 28th, Purnival having returned to the house which he occupied in conjunction with Mair, found that the latter had not come home, and had neglected the duty which he ordinarily discharged of preparing supper for his companion. It has already been discovered by the small knot of friends that Furnival was a man of an extremely hot and impetuous temper, with whom his associates found it difficult to gt t along, and who had already fallen out upon many occasions with Mrs Percevel. On the day in question Mair called at a house in which a family named Ednaondson lived, and inquired whether Furnival had returned. Receiving an affirmative answer, Mair exclaimed, "George will be mad with me for not having cooked hi 3 supper ;" and with these words upon his lips he hurried home. A violent quarrel between him and Furnival sprang up, when they met at last, and, justly indignant at the lauguage employed towards him, Mair refused to cook supper for his friend and himself and went off supperless to bed. Scarcely had he gone to sleep before Furnival barsfc into the room with a loaded gun in his hand, and blew out his comrade's brains. It appears that every evening Baird was in the habit of leaving the house which he occupied jointly with the Percevalp, in order to bathe in the creek near Furnival and Mairs dwelling. It was his custom to call upon Mair to have a chat with him after bathing. On Sunday night, when Mair was murdered, it is supposed that' Baird went to visit him as usual, and that Furnival, in order to prevent his crime from being discovered, shot Baird down, on the principle that " dead men tell no tales," and threw his body into the creek.

Being aware that Baird would soon be missed by the Percevals, and having already committed two murders, Furnival letermined to make a clean job of it, and also to put Mr and Mrs Perceval out of the way. With this object in view, the wretch 'twaited Perceval's return from Fullerlon on the Monday evening, and shot him dead. He then turned towards the house of the murdered man, where he killed Mrs Perceval and the baby in her arms. His next step was to break *open the cash-box, and to rifle Mrs Perceval's pocket-book, -ecuring altogether, as is supposed, about one hundred dollars, or twenty pounds It was km.wn that shortly before he had received nintyeight dollars from an adjoining bank, where his note of hand had been discounted; and thus it seems probaole i"hat the quintuple murderer had nearly two hundred dollars or about foity pounds in his possession when he took the train at Fullerton, in the early morning of Tuesday , the 30th of last September. From that day to this nothing further has, we believe, been heard of this inhuman monster. Early in October an inquest was held upon the b (dies of the five murdered victims, which lasted many days, while the reports of its proceedings filled sonic two hundred columns of print. At last the following verdict was returned : "We believe that EL A. G Baird, Hugh Mair, Henry Perceval and his wife, and their one-year-old child, came to their death feloniously on Sunday evening, September 28th, and on Monday, September 29th, from wounds indicted by weapons in the hands of George Furnival." In a journal published on October 17th, close by the scene where this ghastly crime was committed, we read that •' my.-tery "till surrounds the terrible mu)der at Fullerton, Nebraska, in which our citizens are so deeply interested." ft is, of course, possible that before *hU pome tidings may have been heard of the murderer; bi-t, in that case, they have not yet reached Mrs and Mies Baird or (ieneial and Mrs Perceval, the sorrowing English relations of the young victims who have peri-hed by t,l>e hand of their false friend As'-uminp- that the facts which we have stated are in the main correct, and that Furnival is still at large, the United Stafee authorities can hardly refuse to cause a vigorous search to be made for the fugitive, so that the author of one of the foulest murders ever committed may be hunted down, and visited with the just penalty of his atrocious and inhuman crime.