The Sun.
London, England, 1832-07-09 00:00:00

ALLEGED MURDER OF A WIFE BY

HER HUSBAND.

On Saturday an inquest was held at St. Bartho-
lomew's Hospital on the body of Eliza Mist, aged
thirty-six. The deceased and her husband, who is
a waterman, lodged at No. 5, Union-place, Black-
friars-road. On the evening of Saturday week,
Mist came home intoxica,ed, and began abusing his
wife. A lodger heard him say "he would do for
her," and shortly after some one fell heavily on the
floor, and the deceased said " Oh Tom, don't do
it Mist then ordered her out of the room; and
as she went, something was thrown which struck
against the wall. The next day she took to her bed,
and two days after she was removed to the hospital,
where she died on Wednesday last. She told two
of the nurses that her husband was in the habit of
getting drunk and beating her. On Easter Tues-
day he struck her a blow on the forehead, since
which she had been subject to firs. On the Satur-
day night her husband struck her on the back of the
head with the heel of his boot. Before her death
she fervently prayed God to forgive husband.
Mr. Pennington, house surgeon, said the deceased
died from concussion of the brain. He found no
external marks; but this might be in consequence
of a blister having been previously applied to the
back of the head. He found the ventricles of the
brain much distended, and the brain itself in a very
soft state. These appearances were not of recent
standing. A violent blow, under such circumstances,
was likely to lead to a fatal termination. The dis-
tended state of the ventricles, which were filled with
a transparent fluid, accounted for the fits which
came on.

The inquest was adjourned to Monday, and the
husband, who declared he had never hurt his wife,
was conveyed to Cie Compeer in custody.

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

MANSION HOUSE.

NOSEOLOGY—OR HOW TO TURN ONE'S NOSE TO
ACCOUNT.—Two men, named John Dewey and John
Croce, were charged with having disturbed the
neighbourhood of Tower-hill by fighting. The cause
of the quarrel, as it was no common one, we shall
particularize.

Devey, as it appears, gained celebrity by drink-
ing beer through his nose, an accomplishment which
is called " snuffling the heavy," and has won several
wagers by thus irreverently changing the uses for
' which Nature intended that noble feature. On Fri-
day evening Crete, who is a stranger to him, and
has some talent in the same line, felt rather jealous
of his fame, and expressed a doubt of his ability to
" snuffle a pint clean," without taking it from his
nos?, at the same time offering to run the heavy up
his own konk without blowing a bit from it into the
measure. A wager was the consequence, and um-
pires were appointed. Devey began and went on
for some time in a very handsome style, occasionally
addressing a friend and taking a bit of bread and
cheese, as the beer flew up his nostrils. Be-
fore, however, he got t ivo-thirds through his
task, he was seized with a violent fit of
sneezing, in consequence of the difficulty with which
a piece of match passed through, so that he failed.
Crote then commenced. To the astonishment of
every body in the public-house the beer quickly
disappeared, and this wonderful snuffler contrived
to whistle during the experiment, " Had I heart for
falsehood framed." He was not, however, magna-
nimous enough to ),ear his victory with moderation
but sneered at Devey's want of command over his
nose, swore the poor man's " konk" wasn't worth
a —, and never deserved to taste a drop of beer
again, and used other provoking language. This
naturally led to a quarrel, in which a very singular
fact came to light—the men struck violently at eaei
other, but although each made the other's nose meek
again, not a drop of blood issued from either. They
bled at the mouth and ears, and other parts of the
head, but their noses stood out pale and bloodless
amidst the wreck of the surrounding features.
The LORD MAYOR—WeII, this is certainly a very
odd affair, and it is a pity that two men, who might
divide the hemisphere of London between them as
far as regards this singular way of drinking, should
endeavour to disqualify each other. I suppose they
derive their living from their noses.—(Laughter.)
The policeman who took them into custody had
reason to think that Devey supported his family
through his nose at fairs and other public exhibitions.
He knew nothing of Crote.
Devey—Please you, my Lord, Crote acted un-
proper; for I am sure it was he as throwed the
match in wot stopped my draught. Why, my
Lord, I drinked two pints just afore that, and I done
it so clean, that you or any other gentleman might a
drinked after me.

Crote—No, my Lord, I never meddled wi' none
on it, and I would'nt a cared if there was half-a-dozen
matches in mine.—(Loud laughter.)
The LORD MAYOR—Are you both ready to give
goad bail that you will not again disturb the neigh•
bourhood ?

The two men were quite unprepared, but would
willingly be security for each other.
The LORD MAYOR consented to take this secu-
rity, and the defendants went away friends.
Before they parted from each other Crote set all
Devey's pretensions at rest. In a tap-room, near
tile Mansion-house, he laid a wager of a shilling
that he would snuffle a glass of gin without winking.
Up the gin went, and Crote held out his hand for
the shilling. " No, (said the fellow who betted
with him), I don't think it was gin. " There
then," (said Crote, who had snuffled the spirits
without swallowing it, and he squirted themouth ful
into the eyes and mouth of the loser), " ---your
buttons, you can smell it, and see it, and taste it al-
together, you nasty, insignificant, know-nothing
\varmint."

A young woman of very respectable and pre-
possessing appearance, named Anna Somerville Beau-
mont, was brought up under rather curious circum-
s,auces. She went about a week since to one of
the rnas,ers of St. Paul's school, and by her state-
ment of having:received a good education, and as