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LIVERPOOL COTTON MARKET, AUGUST 17.
Little business has been doing to-day, the sales arc 2,500
bags, barely maintaining last week's prices, at least for low
qualities, of which there is a great abundance, and which
evidently must decline it the present dull state of the market
continues. The cotton sold if chiefly American, 9i-d. to 121.
The new novel by Mrs. Troliar, called "Tre-
mordyn Cliff," will very shortly be published. A good comic
tale, provocative of hearty laughter (and no one knows better
how to excite this than the witty authoress of " The Domestic
Manners of the Americans") is always a boon, but more espe-
cially so at this burning season, when one's languor needs ex-
citement. The scene of the story shifts from Cornwall to
London, and society in both places is understood to be sharply
ridiculed, whether connected with the scandal, the old-ntaidism,
the ambitious but clumsy dinner-parties, and the preposterous
affectation of costume which so often characterises the would-
be genteel in a country town ; or with the gaudy dissipations,
the exclusive airs, the rnanceuvring match-making, and the
intense flirtations-of the high-bred in the circles of the metro-
, polls,

A young woman of very respectable appearance, the mite
of a German mechanic, was brought before the Loyd MANOR
charged with having attetripteclto commit suicide.
The neighbours spoke in the highest terms of the. defeet-
dant as a wife and mother, and upon the LORD MAYOR asking-
to what was this lamentable paroxysm attributable ? le de-
fendant said that her husband had so nagging a tongue that
it was quite intolerable to anybody whose ears were not com-
pletely closed up, and that no doubt she was driven to despe-
ration by that violent organ, for her natural protesltor never
castigated her with any other weapon. ' Although she had
four children to support, she had been compelled to i'y front
home and to seek the horrible refuge of the Thames, for any-
thing was preferable to the eternal nagging to which she was
accustomed.
His Lordship then gave the defendant some money to rte.
lieve the present difficulties of the family, and represented tes
her the terrific nature of the .crime she had so nearly perpe-,
trated. He hoped that if any account of this remarkable case
should appear in the newspapers it would operate as a lesson
for men who were not in the habit of exercising a wholesome
restraint upon their tongues in times of domestic affliction ;
at the same time that it would show whet annoyances poor
women were in the habit of undergoing.
The female went away evidently impressed with a grateful
sense of the Chief Magistrate's kindness.
An odd case succeeded the foregoing. A little Irish boy,
who said his name was John Murphy, was brought up, having
been found in Smith, Payne, and Smith's unfinished pre--nises
the night before.
Murphy said, with a French accent—l was born in IrelaVes
and was taken over to Paris by my father and mother, who arse
now dead, when I was little more than a babe, and I was bound
apprentice there to a jeweller. A few months ago I took it
into my head to look after the people of my family who were.
alive, and 1 managed to get over to Ireland. but I found them
in very so-so circumstances, so I bundled off to London, and
when I came here I was very sleepy, and I sat down on a step,
and off I went to sleep, but I was scarcely asleep when a gen-
tleman shakes me up, and says, " You must not stay here,
little boy." So up I gets, and away I goes to another street,
and sat upon another step, but there I fell asleep too, and
another gentleman shakes me, and made me move off. What
was Ito do then ? I saw a fine large house, without a creature
in it, and I thought I might get a sleep there, but there I
wa..; out too, for I was prevented there by a man and a dog ;
but, after all, I am much obliged for all that happened, for I
got a avital night's rest.
The rwa.tchman said, that the poor boy slept like a top the
moment he .:vas laid on the floor of the watchhouse. _ _

The LORD MAYOR—And what do you propose to eo ?
Murphy—l find that there is nothing to be done here. I aca
now 13 years old, aod am able to work as a jeweller, as I cart
prove if there is any ggntleman of the trade here • but I wish
to get back to Paris, for there I can get plenty of work and
pay, and I intended to go round to the Roman Catholic
chapels to watch the Frenci: people coming out, and to ask
them for their influence with the French Ambassador, for I
am a Catholic. _ _ _

The Loan MAYOR—And suppose that had failed ? Murphy
—Why, then, I'd have gone and watcZled at the chapel doors
for a gentleman they call Dan, for they so, he could put me
in the way of getting a bit of bread easy.
The Lord Mayor directed that care should be taken of the
boy, and we understand he has succeeded in the attempt to get
the French authorities in this country to send hiva to Paris.