The Sun.
London, England, 1849-09-07 00:00:00

THE SUN

Mr. Lockwood, the surgeon, was re-called—Look
At that crowbar (produced). Suppose that were five
inches longer, might the wcunds on the body of Mr.
:'Connor have been inflicted by such a❑ instrument ?
—They might probably have been inflicted by such an
instrument. The thin part could not have produced
the incised wound.
[The shovel was handed -to him.]
The witness said it was not now in a state in
which he could pronounce an opinion.
Did you find any hair upon it ?—I found one hair,
but I think it was too long to have belonged to a
man.

Mr. Thomas Adams, pawnbroker, of 171 and 172,
Bermondsey•street, was next examined —Does not
know either Mr. or Mrs. Manning. Saw them in
court yesterday, but could not recognise them.

Mr. Charles Bainbridge, broker, of 14, Bermondsey-
square, deposed that he knew the prisoners. Had
known them for about two months. The
witness spoke to Manning callingupon him about
the sale of the furniture in his house, 3, Minver-
place, and its purchase by him ; also to the conver-
sation with respect to lending money on Mr. Massey's
medical certificate, and on the Monday after the
murder that he bad started his wife off to the
country. He had a bottle of brandy with him, and
slept at his house that night, having previously taken
a lodging with him. He said he wished the goods
which he had bought to be removed to his (witness's)
the next morning at five o'clock. Said it
would look bad as be had paid the rent. (He had
showed him the receipt.) There were fifteen pieces
of unbleached linen, and some other articles not in-
cluded amongst those he had bought. Manning
asked him to take care of them until he came back
from the country, whither he was going for three
months. He went on the Wednesday to take pos-
session of them, when he found the house in the
possession of the police. The shovel produced was
amongst the things he bought.
Cross-examined by Mr. Bodkin—There was ano-
ther shovel amongst them, it was not broken; he
had it at home.

By Mr. Bodkin—The other shovel belonged to a
set of fire irons. There were'two or three hundred
weight of coals in the cellar.
By Mr. Solomons—The shovel was used at his
house before it was given up to the police.
(Mrs. Manning here took off her visite, which is
a very heavy, thick one. This exposed the shape of
her figure, which is very good. We may remark
that she wears a large bustle.)
Mrs. Bainbridge deposed that among the things
left with her husband were some female dresses,
stockings, &c. One of them had been washed, ap-
parently, and scorched in one place, and put
away wet, for it was mildewed. Manning
went away on the Wednesday in a cab, and she had
never seen him since. Before that day he said he
was going sea bathing. She said to him " When
shall I have the pleasure of seeing you again?" He
said in about two months. He said his wife had left
her a satin dress and some other articles in the house,
which she found was the case. (The dress, a striped
cotton one, was produced. It appeared to have been
stained or scorched in two or three places in the lower
part of the front. There were some faint stains on
the lining close to one of the sleeves.) It seemed to
have been altogether washed.
William Kirk, the cabman who drove Mrs. Man-
ning to the station of the South-Eastern Railway,
where the boxes with the cards were left, repeated his
previous testimony, and identified Mrs. Manning.
[The examination was proceeding when our re-
port left.]

THE POISON SHOP.
(From Punch.)

SCENE.—The shop of Mr. Upas, chymist and druggist.
Bottles, his assistant, behind the counter.

Enter Widow Woman, with infant in arms, seemingly
in grEat distress.
Widow (much agitated)—Threepenn'orth of Lau-
danum, please, Sir.

Bottles Laudanum, Ma'am ; yes, Ma'am—Six-
penn'orth, I think you said, Ma'am.
Widow (sighing)—Threepenn'orth. Threepence is
all I have in the world!

Bottles—Sorry for it, Ma'am. (Serves her.) [Exit
Widow frantically.]
Enter ragged Little Girl, and several other persons of
squalid, wretched, and sinister appearance.
Bottles—Now then, little girl, what's for you?
Girl—Mother says, please will you let her have as
much Arsenic as you can for twopence-halfpenny to
kill rats.

Bottles—Rats, eh? Father belong to a burial club?
Girl—Yes Sir, please, Sir.
Bottles—So I thought. (Delivers the Arsenic.) LExit
Little Girl.] Now Sir, what can Ido for you (to a
Stranger with his face muffled and his hat over his eyes)?
Stranger—Thank'ee; I'll wait.
Bottles (to several customers)—You for Arsenic?—
you?—you?—all of you Arsenic? Six Arsenics; and
you?—oh I one Corrosive Sublimate. (Serves them out
packets ready made up.) [Exeunt with the poison.]
Stranger (having watched them all out)—l want some
of the strongest poison you have got.
Bottles—Well, Sir, I think prussic acid will suit you
better than any.
Stranger—That smells, don't it.
Bottles—Why yes, Sir. Probably strychnine would
answer your purpose?

Stranger-1s that pretty stiffish?
Bottles—(smiling)—Oh 1 yes, Sir. I should be sorry
to take two grains of it.
Stranger—Let's have have half an ounce.
Bottles—Half an ounce, Sir? (Weighs it out.) What
is the next article, Sir?
Stranger—Nothing.
Bottles—Allow me to tempt you with a little bella-
donna; very killing, Sir, I assure you. Or would you
try our digitalis? I could recommend our colchicum, Sir.
Stranger—No, nol
Bottles—Or anything in the vitriol way, Sir?
Stranger (with an oath)—No, I 'tell you.' The
strychnine will do the job. Hand it over, will you, and
make haste.

Bottles—Directly, Sir. (Folds and presents the
packet.) Thank you, Sir. (Takes the money and
sweeps in into the till. Exit Stranger.) Ha! a pretty
good morning's work; and if, the undertakers don't get
a job or two out of it—and perhaps Jack Ketch too—l
shall be astonished rayther. (Exit.)

LOSS OF THE WOLVERHAMPTON MAIL.RAGIS.—On
Wednesday night last, the mail-bags from Wolverhamp-
ton, Bilston, &c., were lost in transitu, under the follow-
ing circumstances:—lt appears that Mr. W. Fairburn,
tiairdres,er, of Wednesbury, is the contractor for the
conveyance of the mail-bags, which are carried by a
small pony cart, and that he has been in the habit of
employing occasionally a man named John Clarke to
drive the mail for him. On Wednesday night Clarke
4 as employed to drive the mail, and received the bags at
Wolverhampton, Bilston, and Wednesbury, as usual. On
his arrival at West Bromwich, the postmaster, on coming
out to receive the bags, perceived the flap of the cart
down, and it was then discovered that the whole of the
mail-bags were missing. The matter became auspicious
from the answer given by Clarke on his return to Wed-
nesbury, " that the bags were all right," when he at the
same time knew that he had lost them. and he was
given into custody. The police at Wolverhampton were
apprised of the loss, and Colonel Hogg lost no time. in
MDIt lug inquiries in the district through which the;mail-
cart passed. Inspector M'Crea searched Clarke's house,
as it was fully expected he had been concerned in rob
bing the mail, but nothing could be found to confirm
such a suspicion. Ultimately the West Bromwich bag
was picked up by a woman near Moxley, and the
others were found between the latter place and Bilston,
by a man who was passing, and have since been re-
stored. Clarke, of course, was set at liberty. There
is nothing lost from the bags.— Wofverhampion Chro-
nicle.

MONUMENT TO THE LATE SIR GEINIGII G1P113.--A
marble monument, by Weekes, to the memory of the
late Sir George
Gipps, Governor-General of New South
Wales, is now in process of erection on the south aide of
the nave of Canterbury Cathedral. The bust, which
was exhibited in the Royal Acadian3y this season, was
pronounced by the friends of the deceased to be, an
admirable likeness; the drapery is ample and gracefully
disposed, and the expression of the countenance exceed-
ingly dignified. As a work of art it is a valuable acqui-
sition to the monumental stores of our venerable cathe-
dral.—Kentish Observer.

GLASGOW.—LAuNcH.—Yesterday afternoon (Tues-
day) a beautiful iron steamer was launched from the
building-yard of Messrs. Tod and M‘Gregor. The
launch was effected in capital style, and as she gracefully
glided into her future element, she was named the Llay,
by Miss M'Ewan' daughter of William M'Ewan, Esq.,
Islay, between which island and Glasgow she is intended
to ply. Her weight is 300 tons, and her dimensions are
as follows :—Lebgth of keel, 155 feet; breadth of beam,
21 feet 6 inches; depth of hold, 11 feet. Her engines
will be 160-horse power. She was subsequently moored
alongside of Messrs. Tod and M`Gregor's wharf, where
she will receive her engines. A number of ladies and
gentlemen then proceeded on board, and pledged several
flowing bumpers to the Islay's success, at the same time
passing mutual congratulations on the auspicious circum-
stances which had attended the day's proceedings.—
North British Mail.

The crime of horse-stealing has become exceedingly
prevaltnt in the coanty of Wes►moreland, several of the
farmers there having lost their hest nags since last March.
A " GOLDEN Dox."—Mr. George Mathew,
weaver, Millstairs, Brechin, while picking the potatoes
from a shaw in his garden last week, found a glittering
piece of metal, which, on being rubbed up, has been
found to be a gold Scottish coin of the reign of James
VI., date 1599, and in an excellent state of preservation.
Bodies and other old copper cuins of Scotland are fre-
quently found in the same locality—one that we have
in our possession bearing the date 1555.—Dundee
Courier.