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London, England, 1855-01-13 00:00:00

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ANOTHER TRAGEDY IN MARYLEBONE.
ScAccEix have the public recovered from the shock
occasioned by the horrible tragedy in Warren•street,
ere we are called upon to record the occurrence of a
second catastrophe, very similar in its results and in
some of its main featurest

SATURDAY,

The victims in the present case are a man and his
wife named Lambert, residing
at No. 5, Foley-place,
Portland-road, and the assassin is an Italian named

Luigi Buranelli, formerly valet in the service of
Thomas Stewart Drummond, Esq., a gentleman of
fortune resident in Scotland.
The circumstances under which the murder took
place may be briefly related as follow :—About a
quarter••past nine o'clock on Sunday morning police••
constable 36 E., who was on duty at the corner of
Foley-place and I'ortland•road, was called by a
woman, in a state of great alarm, to the house No.
5, Foley place. The woman having stated that her
master had been shot, the officer instantly accompa
nied her to the house, and, upon entering the back

parlour on the ground floor, he ciiscoverecla remark-
ably fine man lying in bed quite dead, and by his
side a woman, who, in a half-erect posture, described
herself to have been shot by an Italian, who, having
first murdered her husband while asleep, had subse-
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quently discharged a second pistol at herself, and
then rushed up stairs. The officer at this moment
was joined by Sergeant Hayes (14 E), and rightly
considerin3 the apprehension of the assassin the
most important business to be accomplished, they
together hastened up stairs in the direction indicated.
As they ascended the staircase they heard the noise
of some person knocking at one of the attic doors
and calling out., but before they could reach the third
floor it had ceased, and the sudden closing of another
door on the same flight led to a presumption that the
man of whom they were in pursuit had shut himself
within this apartment. Before the door could be
forced the report of a pistol, succeeded by a heavy
fall, was heard the officers, and on breaking open
the door they discovered the body of a young man,
of foreign aspect, extended at length on the floor, the
blood flowing rapidly .rom a bullet wound on the
right side of the cheek, and a pistol, with the barrel
still warm, lying by his side.
Within a very short period several medical gentle-
men arrived, whose attention was first directed to Mr.
aril Mrs. Lambert. Mr. Lambert was found to be
quite dead from the effects of a bullet wound at the
base of the skull, immediately under the right ear.
He did not appear to have raised himself, or even
moved, after receiving the shot, and he lay dead with
his head reclining a little to the left, as undisturbed
as if in a calm sleep. The pillow upon which his
head rested was saturated with blood, and a portion
of its linen case had been burnt by the explosion from
the discharge. Mrs. Lambert was found to be suf-
fering from a dangerous bullet wound in the chest.
She had been awoke by the discharge of the pistol
which had killed her husband, and terrified at ob-
serving Buranelli with a second pistol in his hand
levelled at herself, she hastily sprang up in bed and
raised her right arm in the hope of shielding herself
from his attack. In this she was not successful, and
the assassin discharging the pistol the bullet passed
through the thick part of the right forearm, struck
the collar-bone and then took a direction downwards,
lodging in the unfortunate woman's chest.
The assassin was next examined, and a very cursory
glance at, his wound sufficed to show that he had in-
flicted upon himself a wound of a most dangerous
character. The bullet had entered the back part of
the right cheek, a little in front of and below the lobe
of the right ear, from whence it passed upwards and
forwards through the deep structures of the face, and
lodged in the floor of the right orbit, which was closed
by its compression. The wretched man was not
even stunned by this tremendous injury, and, although
the floor of the room for the space of three or four
feet was covered with his blood, he retained perfect
sensibility. He was removed to the hospital at once.
Associated with Mrs Lambert in the tenancy of
the house in Foley-place was Jane Williamson, the
two ladies intending, it is said, to carry on business
as milliners and dressmakers. They had lodged
together in Newman-street, and while there had
formed an intimacy with Luigi Buranelli. By advice,
it is said of Lambert, Buranelli came to lodge with
them when the house in Foley-place was taken, and
while here, as well as previously, the wretched man
seems to have conceived a sort of wild passion for
Mrs. Williamson, pursuing her with his attentions
in a very unmistakeable manner, and carrying
matters to such lengths on a recent occasion that
Mrs. Williamson felt compelled to appeal to Mr.
Lambert to protect her from his importunities. The
course Lambert took was to speak to Buranelli on
the first opportunity, and to tell him that, in conse-
quence of his offensive conduct to Mrs. Williamson,
he could not be allowed to reside with them any
longer, and that he must leave the house. This
happened on Thursday se'nnight. Buranelli seemed
much hurt at this intimation, and replied to Lambert
that he was sure Mrs. Williamson did not wish that
he should be turned out. Upon this Lambert called
Mrs. Williamson into his room, and his wife appealed
to her as to whether she had not requested to be
protected from Buranelli's annoyance by his dismis-
sal from the house. Mrs. Williamson at once stated
that she had expressed such a wish, and Buranelli
now consented to leave, bidding both Lambert au

JANUARY 13, 1835

his wife, as well as Mrs. Williamson, a friendly
farewell. A very few days later, Buranelli, writing
from a lodging in Newman-street, addressed Jane
Williamson in terms of affection and implored her
to receive him again. Mrs. Williamson, perplexed,
and not knowing what to do, showed the letter to
Mr. Lambert, who strongly advised her to have no-
thing more to say to him, and to burn his letter—
advice which she seems to have followed. Nothing
more is known to have been heard of Buranelli until
Saturday last, on the evening of which day he met
Harriet Miller, a domestic servant in the employ of
the Lamberts, in Foley.place, and told her to present
his compliments to Mr. and Mrs. Lambert, and to
say that he was going to Paris on the following

morning.
At ten minutes after nine o'clock on Sunday morn-
ing Buranelli presented himself at the door of No. 5,
Foley-place, and rang the area bell. He was ad-
mitted by a charwoman, named Sophia de Veaux,
who had herself been let into the house by Mrs.
Lambert only an hour previously. De Veaux knew
that he had lodged in the house, and, therefore, was
not surprised on being requested to take down stairs
a great-coat, of which the assassin divested himself
as he entered the house, and to receive for Mrs.
Williamson two small parcels, which he placed in
her hands at the same time. She was, however, sur-
prised, as she descended the kitchen stairs, to hear
the door of the back parlour, where the Lamberts
were in bed, opened by Buranelli; and while in the
act of ascending to satisfy herself what could be
meant by this intrusion, she was horror-struck at
hearing the report of a pistol, and the next moment
a loud shriek from her mistress. She instantly ran
to the front door, and seeing a policeman on the
opposite side of the road, obtained his assistance as
above described. From Mrs. Williamson it was
ascertained that she was in bed in one of the attics,
together with Harriet Miller, thewervant-maid, when
she was aroused from a so sleep by a loud
knocking at, and trying the handle of, her door.
At the same time she heard the voice of Buranelli
calling out to her to admit him. She was in the act
of jumping out of bed to do so, when Harriet Miller
implored her not to let him in, as she feared some-
thing might happen. Mrs. Williamson checked her-
self for a moment, and called out., " Where is
Lambert?" Buranelli immediately replied in broken
English, "Lambert is dead, and I am his assassin!"
Mrs. Williamson was, of course, greatly terrified, but
the sound of approaching footsteps up the stairs re
lieved her, and at the same instant Buranelli retired
from her door, and shut himself in an adjoining
attic, where the next moment the discharge of a
pistol and a heavy fall were heard. This was all
that could be personally ascertained of the assassin's
visit to the house on Sunday morning. But upon
opening the parcels addressed to Mrs. Williamson,
and placed in the charwoman's hands by Buranelli,
some extraordinary facts were disclosed. One of
those parcels contained a small daguerreotype like-
ness of Buranelli, in a mcrocco case, within which
were enclosed two papers, upon one of which was
written as follows :
To Mrs. J. Williamson.
Remember this miserable win
An unintelligible ward follows here, apparently
signifying,
[The victim] of Lore!
From Lula! BURANELLI.
5.1.55. _

Adieu, my dear!
Adieu, my love!
Adieu, for ever !
The other paper inclosed was a note written in a
patois, something between Italian and Spanish, but
which the efforts of the reporter failed to decipher
completely. It commenced, " Amico Carissimo," and
concluded, "Il tuo infelice amico." The following
is the translation of the letter as far as it was possible
to decipher it :
The night of the eth of January, PM.
My dearest Love--I have been to the residence of Lambert,
and have had words with him. lie called me a thief and an
assassin. He did so several times. I did nothing to offend him.
I leave you my portrait, my dearest wife! I am sorry to lose
your friendship, and more sorry to give you so mush trouble.—
Adieu, for ever, your unfortunate friend,
I.UIOI BURANELI.I.
After the proper surgical attention had been paid to
his case, Buranelli, who still retained complete sen
sibility, was asked if he desired to say anything in
reference to his condition, upon which he dictated
the following statement, which was taken down in
writing by Sergeant Hayes :
My name is Luigi Buranelli. lam a valet, and lately lived
with Mr. Thomas Stewart Drummond, of Perth, in Scotland. I
was in this hospital some time ago as a patient for fistula, and
being known to Mr. Lambert, he and his wife wished me to live
with them, as they said I should be more comfortable .than if I
resided alone. I consented to live with them in Nee man•street,
and while there I became intimate with Jane Williamson. In
consequence of a difference I hail with her, Mr. and Mrs. Lam-
bert wished me to leave their house, winds I did. Mrs. William-
son was with child by me, and during an interview I had with
Mr. Lambert, on Thursday week last, he threatened to strike me.
In consequence of this I became desperate, and this morning I
went to the house, No. e, Foley-place, and when the door was
`fliened by the servant, I forced rev way into Lambert's bedroom,
sod placing a pistol at the bark of his head, sbot him, and then I
shot Mrs. Lambert. I then ran up stairs, and reloading uue of