Cradley Heath & Stourbridge Observer. — 1864-04-23 (Stourbridge, West Midlands, England)

MURDER IN EDIISBDIIGH.—On last Saturday morning a horrible murder warn perpetrated at the villoge of Rath,"' about eight miles west from Edinburgh. The murderer was a labourer named Bryce, and his victim a young woman named Seaton, a native of North Querensferry, and a domestic t ervant in the emoloymmit of Mr. Tod, a L ith metchant, who reside, in Ratho It Pet-MS that Bryce had been courting another servant in the came house, and that the murdered woman had passed some diiparaging remarks on him to his sweetheart. On Saturday morning, about half-past 7, Mrs. Tod war alarmed by loud screams, and on going tothe mom from which the cries proci-eded, she found Bryce endeavo,ring to strangle the girl. On being released, she ran off in the ilireetion of a distillery close at hand. She wag quickly followed by Bryce, however, who overtook her at the distillery doer, and cut her throat from ear to ear. The poor girl, who was about 22 years of age, lived only a few minutee. The ambit rer immediately made off, but he wits pursued. When he saw that his capture was inevitable, he endeavoured to cut his own throat, hut only succeeded in makinc alight wound. He was taken into custody, anti in the afternoon waeloiged in Edinburgh gaol to await his trial. Tue. DUCHESS otzli) THE Duez.—The celebrated Louis Blanc, the London correspondent of the TemPa, writing on Gariba'di, says One wopld ray that the people carried, bum Garibaldi aloft in their arms to &posit him in the glided saloons of the Duke of Sutherland. Now, to you know who and wild the Duke of Sutherland is? Ile is amen whose character may have, it Is true, something eccentric in it, but which is eminently popular. He is a fireman (pompiee), and a simple II moan. Its passion Is to rush with the flretnan's helmet on his head, and the Moreau's belt round hig waist, to every spot where there arc Hones to put out. They till of him 'hat he has more than once got up from his dinner tablo to help in extinguishing fires with the men of the company to which he belongs, and not one of whom surpax es him in zeal and I tee:pistil y. It t nit loompier as hole, he is not the less one of the very highest of the peers of Great Britain. He is one of the elite of the Eng'ish aristocracy. Be is he MS of the Duchess of Sutherland, the highest and no-dest lady in the land—so high and so great, that when she used to appear in public by the rid- of the Q.its. a, her triend, it was not to the Q .een exclusively that all eyes were directed "There's the Duchesa." people said : and, in point of fact, the mother of Garassidla host. is 'thu inuthess," just as the Duke of Wellington was "the Duke." Tints the aristocracy, the middle claw., and tho people all shore the honour or wet coming Oalihaldl, and they tin so witt out a particle of jealousy, quite naturally, and from a sort of fascination which seizes all, hot the mysterious came of whit% no one ever thinks of taking the trouble to explain. I ,-top here. There is in all that passes be.ore my eyes a lesson which it Is unnecessary for ma to dwell upon, and those to whom would explain could not,understand it.  DR.