The Sun. — 1836-06-09 (London, England)

SAD DOGS.-1 ti,Lnk the common dogs of Belgium the ugliest animals of the can!r;:t species in existence. They look like exaggerated ladies' purrs, w4l: the long, lank, sinewy limbs and hotly bodies of the old' unshapeij moot* Irish swine. Every dog of them bears the mark of premature cad age on his crinkled brow and pursed mouth. They must be either sad dogs, or bad dogs, or thoughtful dogs, for they all appear pensive, and carry, ns it were, a weight upon their mind physiognomically speaking, of course, for I cannot be otherwise supposed able to fathom their cogitations. Ido not think, however, that they are a persecuted race, or that their ugliness entails its usual consequences on them, dwelling as they do among the sons and daughters of beauty. Perhaps the people encourage the breed as a sort of foil to Let off their own personal appearance.—A Saunter in Belgium. DIABOLICAL A TTEm PT.—One of the most fiendlike attempts to commit murder of which this county, happily, has produced any instance, was made on the night of Wednesday last, upon two unoffending people, Mr. Joseph Atkinson and his wife, of Warble Bank. Mr. Atkinson keeps a small public-house at the place named, which is situated about three miles from Wigton, oh the road to Bosley Hill. It appears that about midnight on Wednesday last, some one knocked at Atkinson's door, and requested to be admitted and to have lodgings for the night. Before opening the door the inmates requested to know who it was disturbed them at that late hour of the night. The stranger answered in a familiar manner, " Its me Joe Atchin ; let me in." Thinking it was some person known to them, the door was opened and he was admitted. He begged to be accommodated with a bed ; and this was agreed to. He then called for a pint of ale, which he promised to pay for in the morning ; and after drinking off the ale, he was shown to his apartment. To reach this room he had to pass through the bed room of Mr. and Mrs. Atkinson ; and after he had gone to bed, Mr. Atkinson also retired to rest. He had not been lone in bed, however, till he was awakened by feeling the knife of the stranger at his throat A frightful struggle ensued, in the course of which Mr. Atkinson was stabbed in the breast, with a pocket-kniie, his arms and hands were gashed in the most frightful manner, and his fingers severely mangled. While this struggle was going on, Mrs. A. awoke and began to scream for help; and the ruffian, probably thinking he had done sufficient to the husband, let go his hold upon his first victim, and seized her by the head, which he got under his arm, and then attempted to cut her throat. In the struggle, however, he missed his aim, and she escaped with a few severe wounds on the chin and face. In the mean time, a daughter of the unfortunate couple thus assailed, who was sleeping in an adjoining room, was awakened by the noise, and ran out to alarm the neighbours. The villain did not appear to be conscious of the presence of a third person in the house, for as soon as he heard her rush out and give the alarm, he desisted from his work of blood, and immediately made in m effectual steps will be taken to bri4.7 escape, taking the road towards Ros!ey,_ and as yet remains at :lrge, though we trust the mast him to justice. Wi)en our account came away, Atkinson was stilt jive, , ether despawe obut lying in a tigsct .dingens state, though his life was not Itt:1 lisle Journal.  '‘N••••