The Sun.
London, England, 1864-09-09 00:00:00

THE MURDERER MULLER.

The Kew York World says :—" The Victoria had
a long and tedious passage across the Atlantic of
six weeks, lacking one day. She met with a con-
stant succession of head winds, with occasional
spells of stormy weather. This long suspense does
not seem to have in any way affected the spirits or
health of the alleged murderer. He is described
by his fellow-passengers as being generally sociable
and pleasant; though sometimes disposed to be
overbearing to the verge of insolence. Perhaps he
did not exactly understand the nature of the epithets
he would apply to men with whom he might dis-
agree, and the consequence was that he got into one
or two difficulties. He called one young fellow a
liar and robber ;' for which he was knocked down
and received a black eye. The person who occu-
pied the same room with him, a large, pleasant-
looking, elderly Englishman, informed our reporter
that Muller, though generally pleasant enough, wad
somewhat disposed to put on airs ; frequently would
say, to such of my fellow-passengers as might come
in, 'This is my cabin.' He said also that he often,
in punishment of Muller's profanity, had to admi-
nister a blow with the back of his arm. These
disagreeable manifestations, however, were not very
serious, and did not prevent hie being rather popular
than otherwise. His appearance, all admit, was
rather gentlemanly—more so than that of most of
the passengers. Ono of them, a burly, athletic
Englishman, said to our reporter, He was a gen-
tlemanly-looking, sociable chap; hi would take hany
man hen board to be the murderer rather than
'im ; hi am a-- ruffian to what 'e is.' It was
matter of common remark among the passengers
that the murderer who killed the man on the rail-
way was probably on board of the Victoria, because
of the constant head winds and tedious voyage they
experienced, but no suspicion for a moment rested
on Muller. The room mate of Muller states that
he at one time so remarked to his companion, and
that he laughingly assented, as if ridiculing the
superstition. Muller had no money with him at
all, and was put to various shifts to raise small sums
for extra expenses which he now and then incurred.
On one occasion he offered for a wager to eat Olbs of
German sausages, but failed in the endeavour. He
was tried by a mock court-martial fur wasting the
sausage, and was sentenced to treat the company
with bottled porter. To pay for the porter he had
to hypothecate two shirts, and these he subsequently
redeemed with the proceeds of the sale of a spare
coat he had with him. He accounted for his short-
ness of pecuniary supplies by telling them ho was
a tailor who was going to America on business for
his employer; that his passage had been paid for
him; that he received regular wages; and that he
was to find £25 to his credit when he arrived at
New York, This explanation was plausible enough,
and was received without question. He was very
fond of eating and drinking, and used to spend a
great deal of time cooking various little delicacies
for himself. As his room mate expressed it, he
was very fond of his belly and was always eating.'
The ring which he is said to have obtained in ex•
change for some article taken from his supposed
victim, and which the detectives failed to find
among his effects, his room mate says he lost while
on board the vessel. He had averred that he put
it by mistake into the pocket of a coat belonging
to another passenger, but no trace of it could be
discovered."

THE POFE AND TIE PRISONER'S CIIILD.—I
mentioned in a recent letter, says the correspondent
of the lost at Rome, the execution of two murderers in
Rome. One of these criminals had killed the wife of a
cheesemonger and robbed her, introducing himself into her
house as a messenger from her husband, the said cheese-
monger being imprisoned for coining false money. The
poor woman lcfc a little girl five years old utterly
unprotected. A few days ago some compassionate
neighbours took the child to Castel Gandolfo and
instructed her to go and kneel down before the Pope
when he came out of his palace to walk, and narrate to him
her family misfortunes, The poor child did so in a very
few words, calling cut, "Santo Padre I my mother is killed
and my father is in prison, and lam left all alone 1" The
artless tale touched the Pontiff; he patted the child's head
indulgently, and said to her " Go home again, and I will
send your father to take care of you." His Holiness kept
his word, and, making use of the most noble prerogative of
Sovereigns, pardoning the coining cheesemonger, giving
immediate orders for him to be sent back to his desolate
home to act the father's part to his motherless child.

Upwards of 50 Cornish miners have written to
their families in the course of the past month, announcing
their return from America, on account of the great depre-
ciation in the currency of that country,