The Sun.
London, England, 1869-10-04 00:00:00

A FEROCIOUS NOBLEMAN.

An act of disgraceful ferocity has just caused the greatest
excitement at Brnnn (Moravia). Towards seven in the
evening of the 25th of September the people were re-
turning from the races, and a considerable crowd had
collected before the Neuhauser Hotel, where most of the
sportsmen had alighted. Among the spectators was M.
Muller, a draper, with his wife and child. They were
close to the principal entrance to the building when Count
Henry Hornspech, brother of Count Ifornspech de Joslo-
witz drove up. Muller's child was unfortunately in the
Count's way as he descended from his carriage, and
instead of putting the little boy gently aside, the Count
struck him in the face with a whip. As the father came
to his son's defence, tho Count said, "Be quiet, clod-
hopper, or I will strike you." An instant after the report of
a pistol was heard, and Muller fell, struck by a ball which
had penetrated the head, entering beneath the left eye.
The furious crowd immediately prepared to inflict Lynch
law on the aggressor, and the Count was with great difficulty
rescued from its hands and conducted to prison.# Hopes are
entertained that Muller's wound will not prove mortal, but
he will probably lose his eye.

A WELSH CLERGYMAN" ON THE ESTA
BLISHED CHURCH IN WALES.

At a meeting held at Denbigh, which was addressed by
Mr. Osborne Morgan and Mr. Watkin Williams, the mem-
bers for the county and borough, an extraordinary speech
was made by a Rev. Mr. Morgan. He called upon the
Liberals of the principality to disestablish and disendow
what he described as "a curse to Wales an insult
to our country, and a scandal to Christianity."
There was a bishop he had seen that day in the
cathedral of St. Asaph—a cathedral endowed by
their ancient British princes for the benefit of the religious
portion of tho Welsh race—and there he saw a thing not
to be seen in the rest of the world. Ho saw a man who
for twenty-seven years, with the full consent of what he
(Mr. Morgan) must call the accursed British Government,
had been wringing £5,000 per annum from the pockets of
the oppressed and over-taxed Welsh people, and yet not
able to speak one word of the Welsh language—
not able to say the Lord's Prayer by the side
of a dying Welshman. He asked, would their
fellow-subjects in England submit for a single day
to a foreign bishop—("No")—who could not speak one
word of English, and not only that, but had done his
utmost to exterminate the English language ? Would the
Englishmen submit to a Welsh bishop ? (" No," and cheers.)
They would not submit to it for a single day, and why
should the Welsh ? (" We won't do it.") Were the Welsh
worse than the English ? No ; better. If they were, it was
because they were false to their principles. Did not the
Welsh members do their part in sending the message of
justice to Ireland, and should Welshmen, then, be denied
justice to themselves? Were the Roman Catholics of
Ireland to have justice done to them, and the Protestants
of Wales not ? lie saw another sight at St. Asaph. He
saw the great Tory chief, Sir Watkin Williams Wynn—a
man of £lOO,OOO a year, a man who paid £lO,OOO a year for
dogs and horses, and not one shilling for the support of
his own religion. He compelled them, if they
believed not as he liked, not only to support
his religion—the religion of the rich man—but
he drove them into the valleys and the hills
to build chapels and support their own ministrations
as well. Would they submit to that in any other country ?
He said " No." They subjected themselves to the charge
of being cowards if they did not sweep this away for ever.
They wanted no favour from the English Government; it
was their love for the Church of the Welsh nation, which
for the last 150 years had been in the hands of foreign
bishops, who not only could not speak one word of the
language, but hoped and did their best to exterminate it.
He would say no more on that occasion, but he asked
them to go with the whole combined Welsh nation to sup-
port the motion of Mr. Watkin Williams.

Dean Ramsay has Been invited to allow himself to
be put in nomination for th 3 Bishopric of Edinburgh, but
has declined, principally on account of his age.
THE BISHOP OF BATH AND WELLS.—We are
informed that the Lord Bishop of-the Diocese is much
better. Prayers have been offered in the Cathedral for
his lordship for some time past. These were discontinued
last Sunday.—Bath Express.
DETERMINED SUICIDE OF A PRISONER.-011
Tuesday last a ploughman, named Jeremiah Ryan, was
committed to the Cashel Bridewell by the Hon. Martin
Toseph Ffrench, R.M., as a particeps criminis. A day
or two ago, when Mr. O'Kearney, bridewell-keeper, went
to feed the prisoners, he found Ryan suspended by a
short leather belt from the window-bar of his cell,
quite dead. It is said Ryan had made some revela-
tion concerning the murder in the early part
of the day, and afterwards, it is surmised he became stung
with remorse, and put an end to his life. The height
from the bar of the window to the floor is only six
feet; but the prisoner's bed was underneath him at the
time, and, therefore, lessened the distance to about four
feet; so that the unfortunate man had, in fact, to extend
his feet upon the bedstead in order to strangle himself.

A. PANIC ON THE BOURSE.—The great square
round the Exchange was filled with a restless, motley, be-
wildered crowd surging in a compact torrent towards the
steps of the building with consternation written on their
faces. At every moment broughams and cabs rattled up
through the adjoining street, bearing senators and
merchants, generals and ballet-dancers, deputies
and actresses, all troubled and excited by the re-
ports of the morning ; all muttering in tones of dismay
and doubt the name of M. Bousse, all wondering
anxiously what his resignation could mean, and whether
it was not the portent of an immediate catastrophe.
Inside the building two thousand Christians, with a per-
centage of Hebrews, were roaring, plunging, and fighting.
Those who have never beheld the Paris Bourse on a day of
panic should go and see the sight as an instructive example
of the state of commotion into which humanity may be
thrown by the sudden descent of a Cabinet Minister. At
ono time women were admitted within the Exchange, but
it was found that men could make noiso enough without
their help. At present they cluster in distracted
groups outside the building, looking out for their
respective brokers, and bearing down upon them with
indignant ejaculations, ten or twelve together (when a
Frenchwoman hears that the funds are declining she
always attributes it to her stockbroker). v Some of the
brokers resist and make violent efforts to escape; but what
is a man to do with a Countess clinging to his sleeve, an
actress to his collar, a ballet dancer to his shirt-front, and
an applewoman to his coat-tails ? In France, thanks to the
encouragement of popular Government loans, all classes
of the community,male and female, gamble at the Bourse,
and the applewoman, whose one share in the Mexican o:
Kamtschatka Twenty per Cents gives tokens of depression,
i 3 not the one whose wailings are least lamentable. Thom
of the brokers who are fortunate enough to get clear from
their forensic clients rush through the open doors of
the Exchange, and try to make head unmolested against
the angry sea of howlers that chokes up th,
great hall. On every side they aro met by raving
beseeching, or furious shouts, by wild orders to sell
by flushed faces, starting eyeballs, and piteous entreaties.
not to allow their clients to be ruined. Your panic-stricken
Frenchman is not a cheerful customer. Ho shrieks, he

weeps, he strikes out with his fists ; happily a provident
Administration confiscates his umbrella at the door,
:otherwise the transaction of business on important occasion,
would cuTiously resemble a pitched battle.—Cornhai
XagPine.