The Sun. — 1861-03-19 (London, England)

ANOTHER BRUTAL CURLER IN LIVERPOOL.  The Liverpool Stipendiary Magistrate was occupied yesterday in the investigation of a charge of murder, preferred against Joaquin Fransisco, a Brazilian sailor, belonging to the Spanish vesse Antonio. The deceased's name was also Fransisco, a Spaniard. In the course of Sunday evening the prisoner went to the boarding-house kept by Florentine, in Carpenter's-row, where several other Spanish sailors lived. On arriving at Florentine's, the prisoner passed at once into the inner kitchen, where there were several of the boarders at the time, and as he went in, he in some way pushed against the servant girl, who made some complaint, on which the deceased called out not to make a noise there as the master would not allow it. On this the prisoner said it was none of his (deceased's) business; to which deceased replied that he would make it his business. The prisoner then challenged the deceased to fight, and the latter saying, " Very well," went out into the street. Two or three others followed, and soon afterwards the prisoner came out. Without saying a word, he rushed through those who were standing by, and made a cut at deceased's neck with something having a white blade, which was in his hand. Neither the prisoner nor the deceased had said a. word outside of the house up to this time. Immediately on being struck, blood gushed out of the neck of the deceased in a copious stream, and the prisoner ran off. The deceased died in less than ten minutes. It appeared that the prisoner had boarded in the house of a man named Philip Joseph, and that this man Joseph was at Florentine's at the time of the dispute. Suspicion at first fell on him, and he was seized as the murderer, his wife being also present. She proceeded home, and in a short time after her arrival there the prisoner came in, apparently quite cool and collected, and went up stairs and changed his shirt, putting theone he had taken off into the box and locking it. When he had done this Mrs. Joseph accused him of having committed the murder of which her husband was accused, and insisted on his being detained till her husband was exonerated. The prisoner did not say anything, and while Mrs. Joseph was endeavouring to detain him, a police-officer arrived and took him into custody. So soon as he say the officer the prisoner made a violent effort to get away, and finding that he could not do so, he drew a knife, and made several attempts to cut the officer across the abdomen. He was at length overpowered and secured, but not before he had succeeded in throwing a razor into the fire. It is with this instrument that he is supposed to have corn. mitted the murder. The prisoner was remanded till to-day, when he will be committed for trial at the assizes on the charge of wilful murder,  Wine, called Valerio, two thousand years old, has been dug out of the ruins of Pompeii. MR. SPURGEON AND THE " SATURDAY REVIEW' --In a speech addressed to a meeting of the Aberdeen Young Men's Christian Association, on Wednesday, Mr. Spurgeon said—" I remember, in the streets of Londoin, man took off his hat and bowed to me—' The Rev. Mr. Spurgeon—a great humbug.' I took off my hat too, and said—' I am obliged to you, Sir, that I am a great anything; I an afraid you are great at nothing.' (Much laughter and applause.) We passed on, parting very amicably. I have not had the pleasure of meeting him since, but I felt highly flattered that day. (Laughter.) One thing I always like to have—the hatred of the Saturday Review, and the love of God. (Applause and laughter.) No movement can ever hope to be established as a good movement until it has had both. When it has both then it is all right. When you have the hatred of the Saturday Review, you may be quite sure it is according to the mind of Ged. Ido not know how it is that that magazine has attained to such precision of judgment that it never makes a mistake at all." (Laughter.)