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surgeon, at Byer's-green, whom he was assisting
in his practice; hut he intended shortly leaving for
the East as he was under orders to join the Turkish
Contingent. On the 1st instant he left Mr. Watson's
residence to visit some patients residing in the out-lying
districts of Thornley, Barlow, and Low-Spen. He had
completed his last visit about 1 o'clock in the afternoon
at Spen, and that was the last time he was seen alive.
He never ag:iin returned to Mr. Watson's residence;
and on the evening of the 6th his body was discovered
in a copse near Derwent-bridge, a short distance from
Gibside-park. His face was dreadfully beaten in and
bruised, and it was found that he had been shot
through the abdomen. His watch had been stolen, and
his pockets had been rifled. It appears that on leaving
the farm house he had proceeded down a lane leading
past Derwent-bridge, which is somewhat solitary, and
in passing a clump of trees had been shot by some one
lying in ambush, and then dragged through a hedge to
the plantation, where his body was found, and there
either despatched by being beaten about the head with
the butt-end of a gun or with two large stones that
were found near. He had then been robbed of all he
had. This fearful outrage was committed upon a public
road not far distant from some houses, and several
labourers were working in a neighbouring field, and
they state that they neither heard nor saw anything
unusual. The day of the murder was the rent-day at
Gibside-park, and some of the farmers belonging to the
estate had to pass down the lane where the murder was
committed to go to the hall with their rents; and there
is reason to think that Mr. Stirling being observed to
come from a farm-house, was taken for one of them, and
so robbed and murdered.

Dr. Hermann Francks, an eminent German man of
letters, and formerly editor of the Allgemeine Zeitung,
committed Suicide at Brighton, on the 3rd instant. He
arrived at the Albion Hotel, the preceding afternoon,
with his son, a fine youth of fifteen. The father and
son slept in a double-bedded room. Early in the morning
Dr. Francis threw himself out of the window, fell
into the area, and was killed on the spot. His son was
found dead in bis bed; a silk handkerchief was twisted
round his neck, from which it was inferred that he had
died from strangulation. It was proved at the inquest
that Dr. Francks was in easy circumstances, had shown
no signs of mental aberration, and that he and his son
were on the most affectionate terms. The jury returned
this verdict:—"That the son was found strangled in
bed, but whether by his own hand, or by the hand of
another, there was no evidence to show; and that the
father destroyed himself by throwing himself out of
window while in an unsound state of mind." This
strange and distressing case has occasioned much
speculation, and various views have been taken of the nature
and causes of the catastrophe. Dr. Forbes Winslow, in
a letter published in the Times, gives it as his opinion
that the son died suddenly, from some natural cause
disease of the heart, apoplexy, or epileptic convulsions;
and that the father destroyed himself while in a paroxysm
of temporary delirium, frensy, or mental aberration,
induced by the mental shock consequent upon the
appalling discovery of his son's sudden death.

On the 3rd instant, Mr. Mackenzie, Inspector of the
Bow-street police-station, attended to complain of the
Refusal by the Porters of St. Martin's Workhouse to
admit a poor Boy, who was found Wandering in the
District during the inclement weather of the previous
night. It appeared that between 10 and 11 o'clock
the forlorn condition of the boy attracted the
notice of a gentleman, who found him wandering,
homeless, friendless, and destitute, in the
neighbourhood of Long-acre. He was inquiring the
way to Durham; and, on being asked how he came to
be in London, he stated that he had been brought from
North Shields by the captain of a collier, who requiring
his services no longer, had put him on shore at one of
the bridges, and left him penniless, to shift for himself.
Consequently he wanted to find his way back to
Durham, intending to walk home. The gentleman,
after giving the lad some refreshment at a coffee-house,
in Wilson-street, sent him under the charge of a
constable to the Bow-street station. Inspector Mackenzie
kept him there a short time, the weather being such
that he would not, as he said, have sent out a dog to
encounter it; and eventually he despatched a constable
with the boy to St. Martin's Workhouse, requesting
the porter to give him shelter for the night. The
porter refused to admit him, alleging that "Wilson
street" was not in his district; but Inspector Mackenzie,
on hearing this, sent the boy a second time, with
an intimation that both Wilson-street and Long-acre
(where he had been found destitute) were in the parish
of St. Martin, and the case was one which ought to have
their attention. On this occasion, however, the porter
declined to open the door even, and, speaking to the
constable through the iron grating in one of the panels,
desired him to be off and take the boy back again to
where he found him. Under these circumstances, the
inspector gave the lad such shelter and food as the
station afforded for the night, intending to submit the
case to the magistrate the next morning. Mr. Jardine
said it was certainly a case for the workhouse rather
than the police, and he would write at once to the
relieving-officer for an explanation upon the subject.
About three hours afterwards, Mr. Kingston, the
relieving-officer, waited upon his Worship, and stated
that the boy was refused admission solely in consequence
of the workhouse being already quite full. Indeed, if
the boy had been let in somebody else must have been
turned out. There were often 60 or 70 more applications
for admission in a single night than they could
find admission for; and this being so, what could they
do? Mr. Jardine said, he might not understand the
law so well as Mr. Kingston, but he conceived that they
were bound to find accommodation for the casual poor
of the district, even if they hired it, and charged the
expense to the rate-payers. Mr. Kingston observed that
if 70 were provided with lodging in this way one
night, there would be double the number of applicants
the next night, and where would the system stop? The
plain fact was, that by far the majority of applicants
were thieves and prostitutes, who found that the
accommodation provided at St. Martin's was better than that
of other workhouses, and better than they were in the
habit of getting at 4d. per night (as the people
themselves openly boasted to each other) at the common
lodging-houses. The workhouse servants had difficulties
to contend with which no one, without experience of
the matter, could rightly estimate. Mr. Jardine was
quite prepared to admit this, and he at the same time
acknowledged the injustice of allowing the workhouse
to be turned into a lodginghouse for the class of persons
referred to by Mr. Kingston; but the present was not
a case of the kind, and it was strange indeed if a corner
could not be found for the poor boy who was twice sent
to the house by the police, and twice refused admission.
He (Mr. Jardine) considered that in all cases which had
the recommendation of the police admission ought to be
granted. Mr. Kingston stated that he was not present
on the night in question, or the result might have
been different. He would take the boy for the present,
however, and see what could be done for him. His
Worship having expressed himself satisfied, Mr.
Kingston took the boy away with him.

An atrocious Outrage has been perpetrated in the
little village of Conisborough, near Doncaster. The
premises known as Conisborough Mills are occupied by
Messrs. Booth and Sons, hook and sickle manufacturers.
Mr. Booth, sen., and his wife reside in a house near
these premises. At about three o'clock on Saturday
morning, the 3rd inst., they were suddenly aroused by
a crashing noise at the bedroom window. Mr. Booth
immediately sprang out of bed, when he saw the
bedroom window broken, a ladder broken against it, and a
bottle with a lighted fusee attached to it lying on the
floor. Suspecting that it was an explosive machine, he
seized his wife and rushed with her towards the door,
when a violent explosion took place, and the room was
instantly filled with smoke and a powerful odour of
sulphur; at the same time the bed-furniture and some
wearing apparel burst into flames. Fortunately neither
Mr. nor Mrs. Booth, both of whom are elderly people,
was hurt, and as soon as the smoke had cleared off they
applied themselves to the extinguishing of the flames,
in which they ultimately succeeded. The noise of the