The Sun. — 1857-10-15 (London, England)

OTHELLO'S. They have passed away into that old lumber-room of dilapidated curiosities in which are stored up the memories of the Rakehells, and the Footpads, and other Minions of the Moon, by whom, in byegone times, this island was so often " frighted from its propriety." Yet—the new Anatomy Act, by the agency of which a final quietus was supposed to have been administered by the Legislature to those very amiable gentry the Body•snatchers, obviously still requires considerable revision and amendment. For—it is perfectly evident that the " witching hour" still strikes, sometimes, when  " - Churchyards yawn, And graves give up their dead."  It is manifest, in spite of all our Parliamentary precautions, that there still remain to this hour a few supplementary kidnappers of the dead, the burthen of whose song is that of HAsmor's quaint friend with the shovel and the waistcoats- " A pickaxe and a spade, a spade, And 0 for a winding-sheet !"  The horrible truth that it is so has come out very recently, in the midst of certain revolting revelations. The disclosures we mean have unexpectedly been made in various parts of the metropolis, in connexion with the investigations set on foot by the police in regard to this hideous tragedy—the last act but one of which took place on Thursday se'ennighf, over an abutment of Waterloo-bridge. The last act being yet reserved for performance (let us believe) upon a certain scaffold outside Newgate Gaol, within sound of the death-bell of St. Sepulchre's.  That occasional Resurrection-men are stiq abroad at intervals has been pretty clearly proved, we take it, by two or three of these same disgusting revelations—the Anatomy Act to the contrary notwithstanding ! A couple of human heads— one a man's, the other a woman's—are found poked away as negligently as a pdtsherd or a dead kitten, under the mould and fallen leaves in a corner of Sussex Gardens ! A bit of a human foot is raked up from the filth and slush of the Grand Junction Canal ! Horrid little pieces of the human form seem really to be scattered hero and there all about London—some of these, we read, bearing evident marks of having been ope• rated upou by the delicate implements of the anatomist. One of the heads pulled out of the earth in Sussex Gardens (the man's head) we are told ‘, is quite hard and withered." Of the other, we learn, yet more horribly, that it " is that of a female with red hair appended." The fragment of the human foot hooked out of the Canal is described as being " the fore-part of the foot from the ancle joint" and no more. An odd skeleton or two about the game time turns up here and there—evidently secreted away under rather suspicious circumstances. And not by any means the least loathsome part -of the proceedings consequent upon the discovery of that sickening carpetbag full of bones at Waterloo Bridge, is the fact that, in the police-yard at Bow-street, they have been trying to fit one head after another ou to the mutilated remains of the poor murdered victim ! All this is surely very terrible and very detestable ! But, for that very reasoa, it ought on no account to be smoothed over, or smoothed up. We should, at once and earnestly, look well to this abomination. We should find means without delay, we should adopt measures prompt and well considered, with a view (4 possible) to the prevention henceforth of the possibility of our having all the nobler sentiments of hurna