The Sun.
London, England, 1865-08-24 00:00:00

THE SUB, LONDON, THURSDAY EVENI/k G , A UGtTST 24, 1865.

LAW INTELLIGENCE—This Day.

COURT OF BANKRUPTCY.
(Before Mr. Registrar Pepys.)
IN RE GIRARDOT.
This bankrupt was described as an artist of 38, Glou-
cester-road, Regent's-park, to-day being appointed for the
first meeting. The amount of debts already filed is abort
£5OO, and the bankruptcy is ascribed to insufficiency of
income. Various debts were proved. No day named for
nest meeting.

SHERIFFS' COURT.
(Before Mr. F. Gibbons.)
BETTING AND BOOTS.-NOVEL APPLICATION OF THE LAW.-

MARTIN V. READER.

This was an action to recover 255. for a pair of boots,
and defendant, for whom Mr. Buchanan appeared, disputed
his liability, and pleaded as a set-off that the boots were
made for him to settle a betting transaction.
Plaintiff proved supplying the goods.
Mr. Buchanan—l believe you have had betting trans-
actions with the defendant ?

Plaintiff—Yes. I had a bet with him upon the lasi
Derby, and I lost it. . .

Defendant—And the boots were made for me to settle it.
Plaintiff—But you have lost £3 to me since then.
Mr. Buchanan—You cannot go into that.
His Honour ruled that the defence was a good one, and
nonsuited the plaintiff, with costs.

THE HERB DOCTOR AND THE CABMAN.-FAIRFIELD V.

JACKSON.

This was an action to recover damages alleged to have
been sustained by plaintiff, who describes himself as Pro-
fessor Fairfield, in consequence of his box of medicines
being upset on Holborn-hill by defendant's cab.
Plaintiff stated that he was an herb doctor, and a few
days ago his boy was on Holbon-hill with a box of medi-
cines on a truck. The driver of defendant's cab came
along and negligently knocking against the truck, turned
the box into the road, the result being that all the drugs
were spoilt.

His Honour asked if plaintiff had a list of the items, and
plaintiff produced some papers which caused considerable
merriment in Court. The list of pills and bottles was of
itself sufficient to provoke laughter, and more so that
the plaintiff said it was very wet on the day
of the accident, and the pills were all spoilt. Ono of the
items was a bottle containing worms ; and plaintiff said no
doubt it appeared very funny, but both bottle and worms
cost time and money. The bottle was broken and the
worms lost.

Defendant's driver denied that he had caused the da-
mage, but, after the evidence of a police sergeant, his
Honour found a verdict for the plaintiff for a less sum than
was originally claimed.
Verdict for the plaintiff.

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.—This Day.

MARL BOROUGH-S TREE T.

ROBBERIES AT COFFEE-HOUSES.—John Wieland, a re-
spectably-dressed man, was charged with stealing some
jewellery and wearing apparel, of the value of £2O,
the property of Mr. Robert Wren, coffee-house keeper, of
No. 30, Charles-street, Middlesex Hospital.
From the evidence, it appeared that on the night of the
4th inst. the prisoner took lodgings at Mr. Wren's, and
left the following morning. Shortly after he left Mr.
Wren missed from a room on the second floor, next that in
which the prisoner slept, a quantity of jewellery and wear-
ing apparel, of the value of £2O. Nothing was heard of
the prisoner till several mornings after, when Morrow, 135
E, met him in the Euston-road with a black leather bag in
his hand. He asked the prisoner where he got the bag
from, and, not being satisfied with his answers, took him
to the station, when a number of duplicates, some of them
relating to property belonging to Mr. Wren, were found in
his possession.
Inspector Garforth, E division, asked for a remand,
stating that there were several other cases against the pri-
soner for robbing coffee-house keepers in different parts of
London under exactly similar circumstances.
The prisoner, who is said to be respectably connected,
was remanded till Wednesday.

The Dreadful Tragedy in Southwark.

The dreadful tragedy which was enacted yester-
day morning' at No. 10; Skin Market-place, Bank-
bide, has excited the morbid taste of the public to
, view the scene of death. This morning the house,
situated in a set of labyrinthan courts, was sur-
rounded, the various groups of persons entering into
and discussing the circumstances of the frightful
event ; and when the street-door perchance was
opened for the admission or exit of any person a
movement was made to run into the house of sorrow,
where the unhappy father, his son George, and a
police constable were seated. The bodies of the un-
fortunate children remain in the position as left by
Dr. Hibberd after his examination. The father and
son, as may be expected, are in deep grief at the
untimely bereavement which they have experienced,
the father hoping that the Almighty will pardon his
poor afflicted wife for the dreadful acts which she
has committed. The general opinion is that through
long suffering, since the death of her three children
at a single birth, had impaired her mind, increased
also by the fear that her surviving youngest child
would be neglected owing to the wish that she (the
mother) should go into an hospital. One of the
children was in a very precarious state of health,
and this appeared to affect her considerably. She
appears resigned and calm in Horsemonger-lane
Gaol, and has a religious tendency.
John Lack, the father, being a poor man, but
much respected for his integrity and sobriety, has
caused some friends to take up his case with the
view to a subscription to provide funds for the
necessary interment of his deceased children, he
being in low circumstances, and only his weekly
wages as a waterman to depend on.
There can be no doubt that the innocent children
were deprived of life during sleep, as no sounds
were heard by the married sister of the deceased,
who was sleeping in an adjoining room ; neither was
anything heard by the brother, George, who was
sleeping in a chair awaiting his father to send him
to call persons to their daily avocations.

The inquest will be held to-morrow (Friday).

Holy day Makers.
(From the Correspondent of the Times).
KISSINGEN, AUG. 21.
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I travelled on the Rhine with a party of Spaniards,
companions whom chance and the guard had given
me in my carriage—a set of amiable young men, who
appeared somewhat green in their travels, and fell
into perfect raptures at every new object before
them—the row of lofty hotels at Bonn, the pano-
rama of the Seven Mountains across the river, the
leafy, lowly isle of Nonneworth, the overhanging
forests of Stoltzenfels. Still, what threw them into
the greatest paroxysms of delight were the railway
stations. " Aydemi ! que tan bonitas son las
estaciones! Mire usted ! que bonita !" And there
was no resisting their enthusiasm. Out I must,
with my head at the window, in ecstatic sympathy
with their almost childish admiration. Then I fell
back, musing within myself,—" Yet a few years
more of this railway movement and the stations will
be all that a traveller will have a chance to see of
the countries he is hurrying through ; in which case,
certainly the lines on both banks of the Rhine, and
those in Switzerland and Savoy, will afford the
greatest treat ; with their picturesque chalets, their
neat beechen outbuildings, their rosy arbours, their
sweet profusion of flowers."

By all means embellish the road, since we must
needs live on the road ; and since our progress is
so slow, since our stoppages at every station are so
unconscionably long, by all means let us have
your well-trained little parterres, your bookstalls
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trucks, there is no doubt but the road has an aosf
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in-
terest of its own. Of the country itself, of its vary-
ing landscapes, of the monuments of man's genius,
gray castles, lofty minsters, quaint mediaeval town-
halls, we only catch occasional, hasty, and imper-
fect glimpses. The great historic river, the forest,
the vineyard, the mountain, which dissolve be-
fore us as scenes in a, kaleidoscope-7-the journey is
but a dream, and when we wake up at our inn late
at night, leaves our mind as complete a blank as if
we had never stirred from home. But the people,
at least, are on the road ; whole nations on the
road, and they are nowhere to be seen to greater
advantage. Their peculiar traits of character are
nowhere to be studied with greater profit than on
the road. On that point, no doubt, the railway has
an immense advantage over any of the old-fashioned
modes of travelling ; for in days of yore you either
posted with Princes, or trudged along on foot with
students and apprentices, or were shut up in a dili-
gence with commis-voyageurs, but the railway is a
mighty omnibus, gathering together all sorts and
conditions of men—a Noah's ark, with men and
cattle stowed together within one plank. We have
not, indeed, yet in the train itself come to the happy
promiscuousness of the American car, but on the
platform, at least, we are on the footing of perfect
republican equality ; a drover on the platform may
jostle his way through a bevy of duchesses, and a
knapsack-laden bursch may puff his cigar-smoke into
the very face of a Minister Plenipotentiary.
Well, I confess, when in the humour, I have been
greatly entertained by a survey from my carriage
window of the crowds swarming and elbowing each
other on a railway platform. There is a day espe-
cially in Germany when the whole population are
mustering on the road, and that day—tell it not in
North Britain—is Sunday, The time was even
within my recollection when the well-to-do German
burgher seemed rooted to the spot where he grew,
when he plodded at..his work for six days in the
week, and aspired to no greater outing on the
seventh day than a stroll to the nearest kneipe, half
a mile or so out of town, whither he of an afternoon
trudged on foot, with wife and children at his heels,
and sat out in the air to indulge in the homely
luxury of his vier-uhn-broil. Nous avons changi
tout cela. Hans is a thriving fellow, now-a-days ;
he has found out new ways of enjoying as well as
of making money ; and, in the summer months, at
least, he is sure to invest a florin in his railway
ticket as your cockney is in his trip to Margate, or
his fare to Richmond.

Chance brought me to travel twice on successive
Sundays on the line between Frankfort and Bam-
berg, and I may well say that I have, on those days,
learnt to know by sight three-fourths of the
npfleac' &c., are certainly not
t o be of their respective
Fran-
conian people. Such multitudes as I saw gathered
together at the stations of As chaffenburg, Wurtz-
burg,
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market-places
towns on fair day, nor at the door of their cathedrals
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at mass-time or vespers. What all these good people
are moving about for it would be difficult to guess,
unless they are, most of them, acting in obedience
to that primitive law of mankind which bids us do
as others do. It is all the people of Wurtzburg
going out to call upon all the people of Aschaffen-
, burg ; and, in return, all the Aschaffenburgers pay-
ing the same compliment to the Wurtzburgers. And
oh! the noise of their greetings, the singing out, the
beckoning, the telegraphing with uplifted arms, the
din, the hubbub, the peal of bells, the whistling of en-
gines, the banging of doors, the call after children lost
in the crowd, the shouting after passengers tarrying
to light their cigars or taking the wrong train. We
are made to stay for 10 to 20 minutes at each sta-
tion, and ample room is afforded for the study of
faces, of manners and dresses, for the picking up of
scraps of desultory talk. What an amount of inno-
cent, genuine enjoyment, what an expansion of
affectionate feelings, what an abandon, r,
hat a depth
of imperturbable good nature in thin charming Teu-
tonic race ! Here are whole rows of girls, half dozens
of grown-up sisters of one family, all dressed in the
same ample muslin folds, fresh and neat, with the
same ostrich feathers, the same streaming ribands, the
same profusion of chestnut back hair, the same pink
chubby cheeks, the same cherry mouths all agape
for their half-dozen cousins who are just stepping
dowel from yonder second-class carriage. There is
a clamour of voices, a smacking of kisses, a falling
into each other's arms, a raising of hands to heaven,
a rushing about, a demonstrative pantomime, un-
rivalled by any exhibition on the stage. After them
come their elders, bewigged and spectacled, bow-

ing. and swaying, with hats down to the ground,
calling each other by long names and titles, with
Achs and Gottlobs, and a thousand exclamations,
as if the world were coming to an end. And,
with all this, great earnestness, considerable appa-
rent confusion, but not hurry. The German
allows himself time for everything. There is
nothing in him of English headlong impetuosity, of
French excitement, of Italian fidgetiness. The
pipe forbids 1 Independent of the pleasure of loco-
motion and change of air, the good German has
only two objects in view when out on a pleasure
trip—eating and smoking. These are indulgencies
within reach at home, you will say ; but they are
no less the beginning and end of all out-door en-
joyment. The tables are laid at every restauration
or buffet, at every station, and .every table is
crowded morning, noon, and evening. There
arc sitting eaters and standing eaters ; there are
peripatetic eaters, customers for the mikh-broil and
schinken, for the Bayerische bier, and greenish
Schwetchen and Mirabellen that are handed round by
itinerant vendors. Whether a German can con-
trive to eat, drink, and smoke all at the same time,
I am hardly prepared to say ; but to judge from the
atmosphere of the platforms, the waiting and re-
freshment rooms, one would say that the pipe is not
put out from the beginning of a meal to its end.

I came to this place last evening in the dark,
posting for about two hours from Schweinfurth. It
is pouring with rain all this morning, and I have
hardly ventured out yet. It does not take many
hours' observation, however, to become aware that
one comes here into a different atmosphere from
what one has left behind at the baths round the
Taunus. Along the road you meet monks, and
see houses with madonnas banging out at the
corners in glass cases. The rustic . dwellings
are made of mud and timber, and Kissingen
itself boasts no gas. The landscape along the road
up to this spot is bare, a succession of flat hills.
Round here are wooded hills of loftier pretensions,
as-far as the lowering weather allows me to judge,
than the Taunus ridges at Homburg or Wiesbiden.
There never come any great crowds to Kissingen,
however ; and what came this year are already in a
great measure dispersed. The fact is that Kissingen
is not to be reached by railway within 15 miles, and
the King of Bavaria, all honour to him, allows no
gambling-tables. What difference rouge-et-noir will
make in a place of this kind may be gathered from
the fact that, while I was 23,999 in the list of Kur-
gaste at Wiesbaden, poor Kissingen only musters
from 5,000 to 6,000 in a year, notwithstanding the
queens and empresses who occasionally grace it with
their august presence. Out of 6,352 strangers
who have come in this year, only 200 are English.
The place seems to be more favoured by the Rus-
sians, who muster at this season 627. The greatest
frequenters of these baths are, however, the Prus-
sians, who are no less than 1,925 this year, out-
numbering even the 1,055 native Bavarians. It is
well to observe, however, that Kissingen is away
from all the main routes of travel, and has no such
cities within reach as Frankfort or 111ayence, send-
ing forth their thousands daily upon Homburg or
Wiesbaden. The chances are that the company
here is more " select," as it is called, and the
absence of the croupier, and of some of his fair
associates, makes it, as one would fain say, " more
respectable." The guide-books do not hesitate in
.
voting poor Kissingen " dull ;" but I reserve my
judgment till the weather allows me to see a little
more of it.