The Telegram. — 1895-03-12 (Weymouth, Dorset, England)

ANOTHER ACCOUNT.  Another omort says : On Thursday morninx the inhabitants of Fountain Road were horiified to see at half-past live a young boy, the son of a pier named Taylor, who lived at 8, Fountain Road, running though the street, screaming and with blood streaming from terrible slaehes about his face and body. They immediately forced their way into the house, and the scene that met their eyes was of the most sickening description. " Is was more liken rhamblet than a house," remarked one of the witnesses of the scene. Taylor, it transpired, had murdered his wife and six children, and the boy who gave the alarm, was the only survivor. Taylor himself, rendered frantic by the sight of blood, completed the horror of the tragedy by cutting his own throat. When discovered he was still alive, but died as he was being carried to the infirmary. The erne of the crime (says the Star) reveals a tragedy of the most consummate horror. Fountain Road is essentially a " mean street," mostly four roomed cottoges with a washhouse, at fu or fiti 61 a week, and toe roadway a neglected quaminie—but barely a detail is wanting to emphasize the pathos and the terror of the eightfold tragedy which took place there. Frank Taylor was a man of 39, and Martha, his wife, was three or four years younger. They had been married 15 years, and the wife, whose name was Heckling, belonged to a well-to-do manufacturiug family in the Staffordshire potteries, supposed to be Fenton. Is was a runaway match, this of the working pies. terar with the ananufacturer's daughter, and poverty and privation Caine after it. But tb• unequal yoke seems never to have galled. Children come fast, and work was slack, but the woman stuck bravely by the man, and both struggled loyally to till the hungry little mouths. A steadier couple it would be hard to find, nor a more tenderly affectionate. The man was a teetotaler, and they never had been known to quarrel. "I loved her ; how I loved her !" sobbed one poor woman bitterly, "and now they won't let me eve her face again." For the door of the house is guarded with police, lest curious eyes should see a scene of carnage likethe hottest corner of a battlefield. Two or three years ago some money came to Mre. Tayler—Eso—left her on the de:.th of her mother But Taylor had just bad the influenza, and part of the money went in sending him to Eastbourne to recuperate. Bit by bit the missy frittered itself away, and when Christmas brought the "cold snap," and the plasterers were thrown idle, the Taylors had little " under foot," to use the homely phrase of the Potteries, to stand between them and want. From Christmas until last Monday week, with one brief interval, Taylor had been shut out ,f his trade. Day by day the children presented themselves among the 200 or 300 others who availed then:waived of the penny ilinnera provided at Tooting Graveney parish church. The , rent steadily got. into &mar ; one of the children fell sick, and the local clergy, who knew the 'nuttier is a woursan of the best type, found it in milk. The family was provided wish meat by a neighbouring butcher, whose wife, a bosom friend, Mrs. Taylor tried to recompense with assistance in  the household work ; and the very bread of the family sometimes Caine from the charitable agencies. Last week the man got into work. There Wet joy in the house. Tee taother talked to Mrs. Hawkins, a neighbour, of the great things that would be done whsn this first glorious week', money came in. " All the children want boots," she said, "but if we have a few weeks like this I Shall soon get the tent paid and things straight again." Frank, the eldest boy, too, was a hip. When the people in the neighbourhood could get no water Frank went out and earned a shilling by carrying it from the standpipes. There were all the affecting little details cd the outlay of the money—the loaf of bread, the pat of butter, surf the other little household necessaries, which showed how bare the cupboard had got.  The progress of the surviving buy, Frank, was satisfacttiry on Friday, and notwithstanding the shocking experience lie had hal, he slept exceed. ingly well on Thuredhy night.