Stockton Herald, South Durham and Cleveland Advertiser. — 1862-07-25 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

MELANCHOLY AND FATAL ACCIDENT. —A very shocking occurrence took place at Norwich, on Thursday, the 17th inst. Mr H. Stevenson, one of the respected proprietors of the Norfolk Chronicle, was driving through the city with his wife, and, in the neighbourhood of All Saint's-green, the horse became alarmed and bolted. When passing All Saint's Church, both Mr and Mrs Stevenson were thrown out, and the unfortunate lady was dashed with frightful violence against the churchyard wall, which was bespattered with her blood. To add to the horrors of the case, she was far advanced in pregnancy, and on being conveyed in an insensible state into the surgery of Mr Cadge, close by, she me birth to a child, which only survived a few minutes. The poor lady herself died in about an hour. Mr Stevenson was very much hurt, but not fatally so, although it is feared that some of his ribs are fractured, and his whole system is very severely shaken. A feeling of sincere sympathy has been excited for the sad bereavement which he has sustained, as Mrs Stevenson—who was a Miss Dangerfield, of Loudon— was quite a young lady, and had only been married a few years. She leaves two children.  STATE OF SOCIETY AT THE GOLD DIGGIINGS IN CoLuarms..—As may be supposed, the state of society is low in the extreme, and life and property are far from secure. Night and day bands of murderouslooking ruffians prowl about and commit the most atrocious robberies. Indeed no accounts of the discomfort and crimes encountered at the gold-fields, however exaggerated, can come near the reality. No man thinks of moving from his tent, by night or by day, without every barrel of his revolver charged and ready for use. At the British Columbian mines, as at all others, the miner dare not lie down at night without his deadly weapon at his side, and a companion on the watch to guard him from murder and robbery. Thus they work, and watch, and sleep, and live, in constant dread of death. Some have attached to their treasury box dogs of the fiercest kind, to whom human blood is more than palatable. At the darkest hour of night the agonising shriek and the muffled cry is heard of some poor wretch who is gagged or murdered. But you dare not interfere unless you desire to be yourself shot and to have your tent sacked. Even in the broad light of day, from hiding•places in the clefts of the rocks, from the eternal snows of the Rotky Mountains, with no witness but the all-seeing eye of God, have ascended many a cry from lips which never opened more— Mactlonalds British Columbia.  THE MURDEROUS ATTACK UPON MR PlLKmnros, M.P. Mr Pilkington gives the following account of the assault upon him on Tuesday 15th inst.; —"I left the House at one o'clock on Tuesday morning. Ou arriving at the Senior United Service Club I hesitated whether to call at the Reform Club or go through Waterloo-place home, and decided on the latter course. I remember crossing :Pall-mall, and then all consciousness left me. I cannot remember seeing any one, nor did I feel the sensation of a blow, but I feel assured, front the contusions at the back of my head, that it must have been a blow that stunned me, and, from the pain round the top of the neck and immediately under the chin, my medical men conclude it was an attempt at garotting. I remained perfectly insensible until I arrived at the corner of Cork-street, when I became :partly conscious, but how I arrived there, having both hat and umbrella safe, I cannot tell. It has suggested itself to me that the parties might have been hidden about the Guards' Monument. On arriving at home I had lost watch and chain, but some silver and a bank note were untouched in my pockets, from which I infer that the robbers were disturbed. I arrived at the hotel with my under garments and coat saturated with blood, the greatest loss of which was from a very severe and deep wound in the jaw."