lodgings in Bury-street, St. James's, after a protracted illness,
at the age of 82.
LIEUTENANT-COLONEL GRAHAM, of the 1st Regiment of Foot,
died at Haslan on the 2nd inst., aged 46. He left his sick
bed to lead on his men to the assault of the Redan, at
Sebastopol, on the 8th of September, by which exposure he incurred
illness which has terminated fatally. He had seen 30 years
full pay service in the army.
THOMAS WILDE, Baron Truro, died on the 11th inst. at his
house in Eaton-square, in his 73rd year.
SIR RICHARD SUTTON, Bart, died suddenly, on the 14th
inst. at Cambridge House, Piccadilly, aged 57.
MAJOR-GENERAL FREDERICK MARKHAM, C.B., died on the
21st inst. in his 50th year. He had recently returned from
his command in the Crimea, having been compelled to relinquish
it by extreme bad health.
SIR W. PILKINGTON, Bart., who succeeded to his title and
estates only in February last, died on the 19th inst.
M. PAILLET, one of the most distinguished members of the
Parisian bar, died on the 18th inst., of apoplexy.
COLONIES AND DEPENDENCIES.
The intelligence from India is interesting. On the
11th of September, Mr. H. V. Conolly, Collector of
Malabar and Provisional Member of Council at Madras,
was murdered on the 11th by a party of Moplahs. On
the evening of that day, he was seated with his wife in the
verandah of his house, near Calicut when five men,
armed with the long and heavy Moplah knife, rushed in
and commenced a violent attack upon him. Mrs.
Conolly ran into the house, calling upon the servants to
come to the assistance of their master. Two of them,
who were near the spot, immediately came forward, but
were kept at bay by the assassins, who cut off the hand
or several of the fingers of one, and inflicted a severe
wound upon the other. Then, their work accomplished,
the murderers disappeared in the darkness. Mr.
Conolly was carried into the house, and medical assistance
sent for from Calicut, but before it could reach
him he had expired. His injuries were the most frightful.
No fewer than twenty-seven wounds were found upon his
body, which was almost literally hacked to pieces. His
poor wife sat by his side covered with the blood of the
husband she had seen murdered before her eyes, stunned
and tearless under the weight of a blow so sudden and
so terrible. Immediately on hearing of the murder,
the authorities of Calicut offered large rewards for the
apprehension of the assassins, and held parties of troops
in readiness in case this act of violence should be the
prelude to a general Moplah rising. The murderers
were first heard of at a place called Tamberchery, where
they occupied a large house after wounding and expelling
the inhabitants, with the apparent intention of
awaiting the police or soldiers, and selling their lives as
dearly as possible. A party of the 74th Highlanders
were despatched to the spot, but before they reached it
the Moplahs had decamped. On the 17th, however,
the Highlanders fell in with them at Munjerry, when,
as on previous occasions of a similar nature, it was found
impossible to take these desperate fanatics alive, and
they fell to a man by the bayonets of the soldiers. One
of the 74th was killed in the affray, and another badly
wounded by a cut in the throat, dealt him by a Moplah
whom he had already transfixed with his bayonet.
With the death of the murderers is probably lost the
secret of the murder. Mr. Conolly was an able and
energetic magistrate, and had lately succeeded in rooting
out of the country a most dangerous vagabond
belonging to the Moplah tribe. He had also been
actively employed in carrying out the act for disarming
that part of the population of his collectorate. These
proceedings no doubt made him obnoxious to the
Moplahs, and his murder may have been the result of
the feelings so excited; and, indeed, it is said that he
received a warning of his impending fate.
Lieut-Col. Colin Mackenzie, one of the commanders
of the Nizam's cavalry, has been nearly murdered at
Bolarum. He had interfered with a mob, who, in
celebrating the Mohurrum, had approached his
compound contrary to orders; and the mob, headed by
three cavalry soldiers, set upon him, and left him for
dead. But the last accounts of him were hopeful; and
the cavalry had surrendered the troopers. The same
mob who attacked him also assaulted a clergyman and
two ladies returning from an evening drive, who
narrowly escaped with their lives, both the ladies being
wounded. The following letter from one of the ladies,
the clergyman's wife, giving a graphic account of their
marvellous escape has been published:—"Secunderabad,
Sept. 26.—On Friday evening we called for Mrs. C——
and her daughter. Mrs. C—— is sister of the Brigadier.
R—— and Miss C—— were on the box-seat; R——
driving, and Mrs. C—— and myself inside the carriage.
We heard no noise in the place except the usual tom-
toming, music always allowed at those times. We
took our drive all round the course; met the Resident's
carriage, and several others. All continued quiet until
we came to Brigadier Mackenzie's gate. From this
gate a great number of the Nizam cavalry, called
'Jouars,' in undress, but with their swords and
muskets, were issuing, and the other side of the road was
lined with soldiers from the lines. To see these men in
the public road is contrary to orders; they are not
allowed to go out of a certain line marked for their
processions. However, we did not think about it, but
supposed they had only gone to make some request of
the Brigadier. R—— walked the horses to give the
soldiers time to get out of the way and allow us to pass.
The first thing which attracted my attention was a man
dressed in a long red coat, giving their war-cry, and
going one step back and another forward. It resounded
on all sides. They then deliberately waited until the
carriage was in the middle of the multitude, and then
made a blow with a sword at Mrs. C—— (fortunately
for us they were not mounted, or I should not now be
alive to tell the tale); it cut her, but not deeply, in the
side of the head. I said to R——, 'Now drive for your
life—it's our only chance.' He did so, and away went
the horses at such a rate! and cut and dash went the
swords and butt ends of the muskets. Most
providentially the muskets were not loaded, having been
discharged in the Brigadier's compound before we came
up. They tried so hard to cut me over the back of the
carriage that I moved to a little seat under the box,
facing Mrs. C——. I was afraid she would have fainted
from loss of blood, as it ran quickly from her head.
Men waited for us down the road on either side, with
drawn swords and muskets to dash at us. One of them
cut R——'s coat down the back. The horses flew, and
the cut did not enter the flesh, owing to their speed.
Another man waited about three yards in advance of
us, and took deliberate aim with a sword. R—— saw
him, and, as he came near, raised his arm to give
another stroke to the horses, and the sword passed
under, cutting a quarter of an inch deep into the iron
bar round the seat. Another made an upward cut at
him, and missed his aim, owing to our speed. The
sword came in contact with the dashboard in front, and
tore the leather off the right side. Miss C—— was
struck on the back and had cuts in her silk cape, but
was otherwise unhurt. They also waited at my side
of the carriage. A man made a blow at me with the
end of his musket, and hurt me not a little. Another
attacked me with his sword; it cut right through my
clothes like a razor, and made a wound about three
inches long and one inch deep exactly in the spot where
I had received the blow. I did not feel it at the time,
for the sword was too sharp; speed and the little iron
bar round the seat saved me. Fortunately for us,
Captain M—— and his wife were driving after us, so
that they turned back to attack them. I should tell
you they made a desperate effort to cut the reins, but
only succeeded in destroying the bearing-reins."
The insurrection of the Santals is not, as was believed,
suppressed. They still continue traversing the country,
and are every here and there committing acts of
depredation and violence. The panic that they at the outset
occasioned was such that the people fled from the
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