The Sun.
London, England, 1836-06-13 00:00:00

CORONER'S INQUESTS.

SHOCKING ACCIDENT AT THE STOCK EXCHANGE.—
On Saturday night an inquest was held before Mr. Payne
and a respectable Jury, at St. Bartholomew's Hospital, on
the body of James Byrne. The deceased, a plasterer, was
employed on Friday evening in colouring the cornice of the
Stock Exchange Hall, when, from some defect in the con-
struction of the scaffolding, a plank shifted, and the de-
ceased fell headlong to the ground. He was picked up
senseless, and carried to the Hospital. It was there ascer-
tained his skull was fractured along the entire base of the
brain. All power of motion and even of sensation had
ceased : nothing could be done. He died about two hours
after his admission. The man was a sober, steady workman,
'and well esteemed in his station. The gentlemen of the
Stock Exchange have, with their accustomed liberality,
commenced a subscription for the benefit of his family.
Verdict, " Accidental death."

Saturday afternoon a Coroner's Inquest was held at the
George, Cornwall-place, Holloway, before Mr. Stirling, on
the body of Mr. William Skeldin, aged 50, a Comptroller
in the Legacy Duty Department at Somerset House.

Mr. Gorge Rose, Cornwall Cottages, Cornwall-place,
clerk in the Legacy Office, Somerset House, stated that he
knew the deceased intimately for twenty-eight years. On
Monday last witness observed a very remarkable change
in the deceased's demeanour and appearance. He was
one of the most animated and energetic of men, but
he had become one of the most subdued and broken-
spirited. Witness was almost constantly in -his sight
six hours every day at the office, and had observed
this change. Monday was the last time he attended
to his official duties. On Thursday morning last, at a
little after seven o'clock, witness was informed that Mrs.
Skeldin wished to see him. He arose, and found her in
his house, in great agitation. She told him that she was
fearful her husband contemplated violence to himself, and
wished witness to come in to breakfast,-in order to calm his
excitement. Witness promised to call before he went to.
the office. She went home, and in less than five minutes
he was alarmed by violent screams, at which time be heard
Mrs. Skeldin calling upon him by name, and exclaiming,
" I fear he has done it." Witness instantly proceeded to
the deceased's residence, and discovered the door closed.
On its being opened he hastened into the front parlour,
where the deceased was lying ; blood was gushing from his
_throat ; life was not then extinct. Witness applied a piece
of green muslin to the deceased's throat, and sent for a
surgeon.---Verdict " Temporary Insanity."

The Municipal body of Paris, after being engaged
for more than thirty years in negotiating with various persons
for the supply of water to that metropolis, have at length
agreed with a wealthy company to carry that important mea-
sure into effect, with the least possible delay. The contract
was signed last week. The capital already subscribed amounts
to forty millions of franks. The works 'bust commence within
the present year.
A MARKET-DAY IN ANTWERP.—The Market-
place of Antwerp presents a curious and by no means a
disagreeable appearance on market-days—Wednesdays and
Saturdays. Booths are raised in various directions of different
sizes, which are filled with all manner of eatables, inclusive
of those luxuries which the poor can indulge in. Here is a
woman with a heap of, eggs, like Alraschar in the Arabian
Talcs, in so far but rather more intent in the realities around
her than he was : there is a group of street musicians mur-
dering melody for the sake of a few centimes, the tenth part
of a farthing : further on you find an itinerant baker with his
cart of fresh and " real country-baked bread," surrounded by
women, such as Tcniers painted and Gerard Dow loved to
depict, each sitting before her stock of fresh butter, boiled
meat, pigs'-feet, or dressed vegetables. Those who sell food
appear to crowd together; and to those immediately succeed
itinerant
vocalists the panorama which passes under the eye, three
vocalists squalling trebles and roaring bass, shriller than un-
greased wheels on dry axles, and louder than the wild bulls of
13ashan. It would require the pencil of a Hogarth to do the
group justice. I can afford but a faint sketch. A large ab-
dominous fellow, blind of an eye, stands on a chair in the
centre of two others, each standing on a chair also. He 's the
bass, the base, or the baste, as I once heard an Irishman call
it. On one side of him is a female with a sucking brat at he r
breast ; between her and her wean a treble is eked out—and
such a treble ! On the other side is as ordinary individual, or •
what might have been one, only for the huge trunk-hose and
the enormous churn-boots which swallow up his dwarfish and
feeble-looking figure.—A Saunter in Belgium.

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We understand that a number of public-spirited
citizens, anxious for the improvement of the City and the dis-
play of several public buildings and churches now concealed;
intend to call a public meeting, and to petition the Corporation
to effect that much-desired object, and more particularly to
throw open to public view the lofty and beautiful Gothic
tower of St. Michael, Cornhill, which is now almost entirely
hidden by the houses surrounding it.