The Sun. — 1868-08-27 (London, England)

FARMER KILLED BY A BOAR.  At Swavesey, in Cambridgeshire, on Tuesday last, ➢lr. James Williams, a native of that place,  wet his death under melancholy and, taken in relation to foregone, somewhat singular circumstances. Williams, who was at the period of his death about  66 years of age, carried on the combined businesss of farmer, hay factor, and butcher, and was in the habit of attending Cambridge market in these c.ipacities. On Tuesday afternoon a Lumber of swine escaped from a yard to which he intended to confine them, one of them a boar. Deceased rushed to turn them back, whe❑ the boar suldenly attacked him, threw him down and gored him. The animal tore open the thigh of deceased, severing the main arteries thereabouts, and inflicted other injuries. A man near at hand hastened to Mr. Williarni's assistance, and raised him on his knee ; but, according to his statement, Mr. Williams breathed only once, and then died.  An inquest was held yeeerday afternoon, beforo Mr. Barlow, coroner for the county, and, the above facts being proved, a verdict in accordance with them was returned.  To regret at Mr Williams's untimely end much excitement is added from the fact that he is the same man who so providentially recovered from a murderous attack made upon him on the 26th of December last. Williams on that day was on his way home in his hay cart from Cambridge to Swavesey when he was attacked, evidently by some person who had been riding with him, robbed, and left for dead. With its master in this state the.horse found its way into S wavesey, and there Williams was extricated. It was found that  Williams had been robbed of the proceeds of some hay he had sold in Cambridge (about five pounds' worth), his pockets being turned inside out : but, what was worse, his skull was fractured in two places, in one so extensively that the covering of the brain might be seen. In a state of insensibility, hovering as it were on the confines of life and death, Williams lingered for many weeks, and then, to the surprise even of his medical attendants, a good constitution carried him through. He began to mend, and eventually mended so well and recovered so entirely that he was able to prosecute his assailant to conviction at the next March assizes. During Williams's illness the most untiring and unremitting exertims had been made by the police under Mr. Deputy Chief Constable Stretten, and the result was the apprehension of one Robert Low, a pensioner, about 67 years of age. Williams could only swear to the attire of his assailant, but did swear particularly not only to the presence of some odd buttons, but one, a most remarkable one, upon Low's jacket. This fact excited much attention at the time amongst the medical faculty as bearing upon the question of the impression made upon the mind and memory of a man subjected to attacks such as that made upon Williams. Williams could recollect nothing but the peculiarities of the jacket, but added that " these had been before his mind night and day ever since." He deszribed them before he saw Low's jacket, and on the latter being produced at a sitting before the magistrates at once exclaimed, " That's the one." The police, however, had discovered other damaging circumstances which left no doubt of Low's guilt, and he was sentenced to penal servitude for life by Mr. Baron Bramwell. That the old gentleman who had escaped with his life from such an attack made upon him as that of Low's should at last fall a victim to an accident by the attack of a boar has excited deep commiseration for his large family. There can be little doubt, however, that Low's dastardly attack had really a deep effect in undermining Williams's strength both of mind and body, and 53 prevented his effectually warding off the assault of the boar. The latter has since been destroyel.  A committee, consisting of Lord Doneraile, Lord Fermoy, and other gentlemen, has been formed to carry on the movement in favour of what is called a "Cork Derby." The project of establishing this race has met with general favour in Ireland, and an offer has been made of a suitable four-mile course at Mallow, with one mile and a quarter "as straight and smooth as a piece of glass."