The Sun. — 1837-06-15 (London, England)

MURDER.—_I woman who has been for some time an inmate of the Yarmouth workhouse has confessed to the Rev. Mr. Armstrong that she murdered a boy, six years old, the son of Mr. S. Wolf, who was found drowned in a cistern about four years ago. Her statement was that the child was troublesome to her when at work, and that she pushed him into the cistern and covered the lid over him in a fit of passion. The woman has been for some time in a precarious state of health, and still remains so ; her medical attendants have not therefore thought it right that her deposition should be formally taken, but we are enabled to state that she now positively denies having committed the crime, and says " she loved the child too well to do him any harm."--Norfolk Chronicle.  One Sunday, when the Rev. Sir H. Moncrieff was minister of Blackford, the precentor came to church with the back part of his large curled wig turned to the fore part of his head. The minister gave out the 71st Psalm to be sung, beginning at the 7th verse. When the precentor stood up to sing the first line, which runs, "to many I a wonder am," the people could not keep from looking and laughing at him. Sir Henry observing the point to which the people's eyes were directed, looked over the pulpit, and seeing the mistake, gravely said, " and so, Sir, you are a wonder to many ; turn the right side of your wigforemost."—Berwick Advertiser. 'e are sorry to learn that the pressure upon manufactures and commerce has at last reached our country. Within a short time several extensive failures in the " How of Fife," along the Leven, as well as in the towns upon the coast, have taken place. We suspect that the crisis of distress is not over, and it will become every one so engaged to work warily for some considerable time to come. Over speculation and over trading are the root of the evil, and till the balance between the production and consumption, the demand and supply, is restored, the country will not regain its healthy state. --IVesliire Journal. The parks, on Sunday, presented, as far as pedestrians were concerned, an animated scene, and all the appearance of summer having arrived at last, though a harsh wind and occasional showers scarcely confirmed the hope; of fashionable equipages there was, however, a dearth which would have gratified the heart of Sir Andrew Agnew. Considerable amusement was caused in Regent. street yesterday, by the following laughable affair :—Two gentlemen were walking leisurely along the street, when suddenly, One of them exclaiming " There's that rascal, G.," instantly darted across the street towards a dashingly-dressed exquisite on the opposite side of the way, who, perceiving the approaching party, commenced a hasty retreat, closely pursued by the other. The street was thronged with carriages at the time, and the pursued party endeavoured to avoid his pursuers by dodging amongst the different vehicles and under the horses, to the no small amusement of the spectators, and the carriage folks in particular, several of whom stood up on the seats after the fashion of the " Derby day." At last the dandy issued from under a horse's belly minus his hat and a la spencer, his skirts remaining in the hands of his pursuer; and after capsizing several persons in his career, he made good his retreat amidst the shouts of the spectators. A carrier pigeon, supposed to have been driven out of its course by the strong easterly wind which has lately prevailed, was caught on Thursday at Newhaven, having attached to one of its legs a paper, on which were inscribed the following ciphers : T X A—A Ll 3