Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1902-10-04 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

SKETCHES.]  If London Life," etc., etc.  them. At any rate, he went on with his supper. Now, however, he was all prompitude and resolution. Leaving the watchman at the front door and arming himself only with a poker, he went unaccompaniecrinto his own back yard, climbed over the fence into his neighbour's, and, finding Mares door open, walked in, calling out, "Marr! Marr!" at the top of his voice. But when the echoes had died away, all was still as the grave. Fully persuaded now that something dreadful had happened, he ran up a pair of stairs to possess himself of a candle which was burning on the landing. Coming down again in order to go to the front door to admit the watchman, he saw at the foot of the stairs something he had missed on his way in —the body of the poor shop boy lying on the floor, his brains dashed out. With a cry of horror he moved towards the front door, and as he did so he saw the prostrate body of Mrs Marr on the shop floor. Hastily he =fastened the door, and then, bending over the counter, he saw the body of Marr himself lying behind it. Nor was even this the full Measure of the cup of horror of which he had to drink, for on going into the kitchen he found that even the babe had not been spared; there in its emmanguined cradle the little innocent lay. That the murderer—for the slaughter of the baby makes it hardly conceivable that more than one human being could have been concerned in the crime-had hecn disturbed wa,s evident from two circumstances. One was that he had left behind him the instrument with which he had dashed out his victims' brains—a mallet with a wooden handle and an iron 'head. The other was that a deal of money was found in the house—some £4 or £5 in Marr's pockets, over £l5O in a drawer upstairs, and even loose cash in the till. It was no doubt Margaret's return that had prevented the monster from profiting by his crime. Possibly he did not know that anyone belonging to the house was out, and when, his butcher's work over, he heard the insistent ringing of the bell, he must have fled through the door of the back which Murray found open.. Even De Quincey, though he has taken liberties with the facts, has not exaggerated the horror and consternation created by this dreadful crime. Nor was the panic confined to London. It overspread the whole land, for somehow the notion got abroad that the murderer had fled into the country. De Quincey himself happened himself to be at this time nearly three hundred miles from town, but he testifies that even there the feeling of terror was indescribable. His next-door neighbour, whose husband chanced to be away from home, never rested until she had placed eighteen doors, each secured by ponderous bolts, and bars, and chains, between her own bedroom and any poasible intruder. And women, he adds, "more than once died upon the spot, from the shock attending same suspicios attempts at intrusion upon the part of vagrants, meditating probably nothing worse than a robbery." Meanwhile the monster was preparing to prove to his country cousins how eery needlessly they were alarming themselves. Twelve nights after his despatch of the Marr family—that is, on Thursday, the 19th of December, a  sssss&sis 1  VASSSMOSStWASS&S