The Express. — 1851-08-28 (London, England)

MARYLEBONE. Jeremiah Sullivan, a bricklayer's labourer, was placed at the bar fur final examination, on the charge of having stabbed Julia Sullivan, his wife, with intent to murder her. The prosecutrix, who has been in the hospital for some time, disposed as follows:—On the 26th of June last, when this occurrence took place, I lived in Ferdinand-place, Hampstead-road. The prisoner is my husband, and we had lived separate from each other for some time. Between nine and ten on the night of the 26th he came to where I lodged, and, on entering the room, he said to me, " I've dropped in upon you at last, old lady," and at the same nsaineut he seir..sl hold of me by the left hand. About a Postflight before that he told me he had something in Isis pocket in store fur me. Mr. Broughton—When he seized your hand, as you have stated, what next happened. Prom:marls-1 asked him to let me go, when I saw him pot his hand up the sleeve of his coat, as if he had something concealed there. I risked him what it RON and he " Du you think I have anything there to pot my-' self into the power of the law, and send my soul to the devil ?" Mrs. O'Brien, a friend of mine, having knocked at the door, came in and sat down, when my husband remarked that he would stand a drop of beer amongst us. Hs locked the door, still keeping hold of my hand, and on all three of us leaving together wo went to a public-house some distance off, where we had a pot of porter, for which my husband paid. lie then asked me to call fur • pot, but -I told him I had no beer money. At another public house, the Black Horse, Kentish TOW we had one more pot of beer. We left there at about 12 o'clock, and came down the Kentish Town-road, and as I war turning to go to my lodgings, I said to Mrs. O'Brien, " This is the nearest way. for me to go home," and to my husband I add, " Good night, God bless you, and I shall meet you to-morrow night at any place you may like to appoint." Ile went on a little, and I followed Mrs. O'Brien when presently afterwards he called after me, " Julia, 1 want to speak to you." I turned back, and when I came alas to him I saw him draw his hand from behind him, owl heard him say, " Now I've done it fur you." lle then west away, and I was not aware that I had been stabbed lista I felt blood streaming down my legs. I stopped and found that my bowels were protruding through the wound. I sat down upon the kerb sad cried out to Mrs. O'Brien to come to my assistance, saying, " Oh, I'm stabbed! I'm stabbed !" She came to me, and sat by me, and in the course of a few minutes my husband returned, when Mrs. O'Brien said to him, " Mr. Sullivan, you have killed your wife!" and the observation he mane was, " No, she's not dead yet; what dots she want sitting down there ?" He took hold of one of my arms, and Mrs. O'Brien the other, to lift me up, and so I was taken to the hospital. In reply to Mr. Broughton, prosecutriz said that both before and after he came out of the last public-house, he asked if 1 would go home with him, but I told him he had I nowhere to take me to. Ile then said, " Shall I stop with yo ?" and on my telling him he should not, he remarked, I " f I don't, then it wilt lie either death or glory to-night." He has often thrtatened to be my " butcher." Gentle, 101 5, produced a clasp knife, which had been picked up by • lad named Wells in the area of his master's house, 17, Hampton-terrace, at 7 iu the morning of June 27, shout six hours alter the diabolical outrage occurred. The dim alluded to Mated that the said area was adjoining the Isle•of Mr. Marshall, a surgeon, to whom he in the first batanee took the wounded woman, and by whose directions sbta was conveyed to the hospital. The knife was a Spanish knife, with • pointed blade, between 4 and 5 inches long. After the reception of some medical evidence, the prisoner, who admitted having struck the blow, was fully committed.