Stockton Herald, South Durham and Cleveland Advertiser. — 1876-04-08 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

MON.  WIFE MURDER.-- SENTENCE OF DEATH. At the Bristol Assizes on Tuesday, Edward Deoon was sentenced to death for the murder of his wtho.  illicit in that! Well, thin! Ye give itAip ? YE ave it to me to enlighten ye all ? Lard', thin, tc •er shame, it's the clergy that are the poor! Oh .e perceive it now, do ye? The light comes througt •er thick heads, does it? Yes; it's lan' my brithriz 9 the poor! We get our bread (coorse enough and Wry enough it usually is) by fillin' ye with aperri ual food, an' judgin by the congregation nov iefore me, it's ugly mouths ye have to recaive it Aire toil not, neither do we spin, but if Solomon h 11 his glory was not arrahyed better than we are nstead o' his been clothed in purple and fine linen t's many a time he'd be wearin' a threadbare blac !oat—white o' the saniewan' out o the elbows. It' be opinion o' the most lamed scholars an' Dec :hors o' Divinity, as laid down before the Council o Print that the thranslation is not sufficiently exac .n regard to this tixt, an' they. recominind that fo. ;he word of the "poor" we should put the words 'the clergy." Thus corrected, thin; the thransla• ion or tixt would run thus:—" Lie who gives to th( dargy linds to the Lord," which is no doubt the ?lire an' undiluted Scriptur. The words o' the tilt Jeilf thus settled, an. ye havin' heard the explana;ion of it all, now for the application. Lad l'hursday was a week since Bartlemy fair, and I wint down to buy a horse, for this is a large parish en' mortification au' frettin' have puffed me up, so -bat, God help we, it's little able lam to answer all the sick calls to say nothin' o' stations, weddins, end christenin's. Welt, I bought the horse, an' it 3ost me more than I expicted, so there I stood vithout a penny in my pocket after I paid the lealer. It rained cats an' doge, an' as lan so poor f can't afford a great coat, I got wet to the skin i' iess than no time. There ye were, scores o' ye i' We public-houses with t'ile winders up thai- all th, world might see ye atein' an' dhrinkin' as if it was or a wager; :en' there wasn't one o' ye had the 4race to ask Father Prout ha' ye got a mouth i' yer face? Au' there I might ha' stood i' the rain antil this blissid hour (that is supposin' it had 3ontinued raiuin' until now) if I hadn't been picked up by Mr. Muu Roche, o' Kildinan—an aonest gintleman, an' an hospitable man, I say, tho' he is a Protestant. He took me home with him, an' there to yer eternal disgrace, ye villains, I got as full as a tick—an' Mun Roche had a) send me home in his own carriage, whic,h is an ”verlastin' shame to all o' ye who belong to tho ;rue Church. Now, I ask, which has carried out his fiat? Ye, who did not even give me a po,u. ;unabler o' punch at Bartlemy, or Mon Roche, who :ook me home an' filled me with the best atein' and Ihrinkin', an' sint we to my own house afther that in his own iligant carriage? Who best fulfilled the Scriptur ? Who lint to the Lord by givin' to the poor clergy ? Remember a time will come when I must give an account o' ye. What can I say thin? Won't I have to bang down my head in shame on yer account? 'Pon my conscience, it wouldn't much surprise me, unless ye greatly mind yer ways, if Mun Roche an' you won't have to !flange places on that occasion—he to sit alongside ). me, as a friend who had thrated the poor clergy well i' this world, an' ye in a sa.rtin place, which I won't particularly mintion now, except to hint that ts precious little frost and snow ye'll have in it, out quite the reverse. However, it's never too late o mend; an' I hope by this day week it's quite tnother story I'll have to tell o' ye all.