The Potteries Examiner : — 1878-11-09 (Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, England)

BIICRINOTIAM. —The duke now prepared to go out to hiscarriage, which was waiting at the door, and as he went through the hall, still followed by the French gentleman, Colonel Friar whispered something in his ear. He turned to listen, and at the same moment a knife was plunged into his heart, and there left sticking. Plucking it out with the word "Villain!" he fell, covered with blood. His servants, who caught him as he was falling, thought it was a stroke of apoplexy, but the blood, both from the wound and his month, quickly undeceived them. Then an alarm was raised; some ran to close the gates, and others rushed forth to spread the news. The Duchess of Buckingham and her sister, the Countess of Anglesea, heard the noise in their chamber, and ran into the gallery of the lobby, where they saw the duke lying in his gore. He was only in his six-and-thirtieth year. The first suspicion fell upon the French, and they were in great danger from the duke's people; but when a number of officers came rushing in, crying out. "Where is the villain? Where is the butcher?" a man stepped calmly forward, saying, "I am the man—here I am!" He bad quietly withdrawn into the kitchen as soon as be had done the deed, and might have escaped bad he so willed. On hearing him avow the murder the officers drew their swords, and would have despatched him, but were prevented by the secretary, Carleton, Sir Thomas Morton, and others, who stood guard over him till a detachment of soldiers arrived and conveyed him to the governor's house. The assassin turned out to be John Felton, a gentleman by birth and education, who had been it lieutenant in the army during the expedition to the Isle of Rh 6. He had thrown rip his commisMoo beesese be could not obtain the arrears of his pay, and had seen another at the same time promoted over his head, lie had, therefore, roost likely, a personal grudge against the duke, but had also been led on by religious fanaticism. He was a stout, dark, military-looking man, from Suffolk; but, according to his own account, was first incited to the , deed by reading the remonstrance of the PerlisI mcnt against the duke, when it seemed to him that that remonstrance was a sufficient warrant for the set, and that by ridding the country of I him he should render a real service to it. He de. Fcribed himself as walking in London on Tower Hill, when he saw a broad hunting knife on a cutler's stall, and that it was suggested to ' him instantly to buy it for this purpose. At 1 Portsmouth one of the royal chaplains was sent to him in his dungeon where he lay heavily Ironed; but Felton, supposing the chaplain sent In draw something from him rather than for his consolation, said, "Sir, I shall be brief with you; I killed him for the causeof God and my country." The chaplain, to mislead him, told him what was net true, that the surgeons gave hopes of his life; but Felton promptly replied, "That is impossible! I had the power of forty men, assisted by Him who *aided my hand." On being removed to London, the people crowded to see him, showering blessings on him as the deliverer of his Icountry, and one old woman at Kingston said, ' Now, God bless thee, little David!" meaning .bat he had killed Goliah.—Cassell's Illustrated I Ilistorg of England.  Errs'g CrenA.—,Tolm Bull snyo—" An cam of t,m I vast extent of the industry may he gained from the fr t that wa ti, m aHne—that of Mere. Epim Co.—now aell some 4,000,009 pounds annually.