The Sun.
London, England, 1865-09-11 00:00:00

Liverpool Cotton Market—This Day.

Market quiet. Sales, probably 6,000 or 7,000
bales.

MILITARY SUICIDE.—About half-past 2 o'clock
on Saturday a loud report of a musket was heard in

the encampment of the Military Train on Woolwich-com-
mon, when it was discovered that a sergeant of the corps
named William Benns, of No. 23 troop, had committed
suicide. No reason can be assigned for the rash act other
than that he had been somewhat addicted to intemperance
and had been treated for delirium tremens. It likewise ap-
pears that ho had been recently in charge of the camp re-
creation-room, and had been removed in medical charge.
He was at that time put under stoppage for debt. Since
his return from hospital his habits were remarkably ab-
stemious, and his friends entertained hopes of his thorough
reformation. On Saturday morning, at a quarter past six
o'clock, he proceeded on duty, and returned at 1 p.m., at
which hour he dined with his brother sergeants at their
mess, and was in good health and spirits. After dinner he
took a single glass of porter at the canteen, and on his re-
turn to barracks he found Mrs. Driscoll, the wife of one of
the privates, there, who had brought home the men's wash-
ing, and offered to assist her in allotting each man's to its
proper place on the beds. This she declined, stating that
he always misled her. He then disappeared unnoticed into
a small apartment at the end of the room called the bath-
room, loaded one of the men's carbines, and shot himself
through the head by pointing the muzzle in his mouth.
Death was instantaneous. Officers and men rushed to the
spot on hearing the report, but assistance was of no avail.
The unfortunate man bore a good character in the regiment.
He joined the Military Train in 1857 as a volunteer from
the 10th Hussars, and was nearly 22 years in the army. He
was unmarried.
COBDEN'S LAST WORDS IN PARLIAMENT.—The
last words of this remarkable speech, and the last
words uttered by Cobden in the House of Commons, were
these. They are a sacred legacy left to the nation he loved
so well :—" I know of nothing so calculated some day to
produce a democratic revolution, as for the proud and com-
bative people of this country to find themselves in this
vital matter of their defence sacrificed through the mis-
management and neglect of the class to whom, with so
much liberality, they have confided the care and future
destinies of the country. You have brought this upon
yourselves by undertaking to be producers and manufac-
turers. I advise you in future to place yourselves entirely
in dependence upon the private manufacturing resources of
the country•. If you want gunpowder, artillery, small
arms, or the hulls of ships of war, let it be known that you
depend upon the private enterprise of the country, and you
will get them. At all events, you will absolve yourselves
from the responsibility of undertaking to do things which
you are not competent to do, and you will be entitled to
say to the British people, Our fortunes as a Government
and nation aro indissolubly united, and we will rise or fall,
flourish or fade together, according to the energy, enter-
prise, and ability of the great body of the manufacturing
and industrious community.' " Speaking with strict ac-
curacy, these were not absolutely Cobden's last words in the
house ; for, subsequently, in the same debate, he curiously
enough interrupted a speaker with the characteristic ejscu-
lation, "It is ridiculous to compare times of peace and
war."--11‘Gilchrist's Life of' Cobden.
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