The Sun. — 1855-01-09 (London, England)

LUIGI BURANELLI. In eehrtaltfhaotf cannoteourse apdoospittield,elyonasbi mo of death o f coolly I\/ii.. prosecutiontlie consequence of twhee iateac7eviiibeetranteoilyv upniclanerneasentze  MOORE, or whether the fatal occurrence arose From a sudden quarrel ; but we do know, on the most conclusive evidence, even on that of the last murders: r himself, that he had resolved on the atrocious acts which he afterwards too successfully carried into •operation. Besides, even if the worst construction should be adopted respecting the fearful transaction in which BARTBELEMY was concerned, it could not be said that he had planned more than one murder, or decided on sacrificing a second victim. That he was properly convicted of the murder of poor COLLARD is beyond the possibility of dispute. There was not, in fact, " the slightest peg whereon to hang a doubt." His reckless and criminal conduct led to the sudden death of a British subject at the moment when he was acting in the faithful and courageous discharge of his duty to his QUEEN and country. But against him BARTHELEMY had no peculiar animosity. He had never seen him before, was, in fact, ignorant of his existence until the very moment when he was about bringing it to a sanguinary conclusion. BURANELLI, however, meditated at least a double murder. We say at least, because, notwithstanding the fact of the picture and the letters prepared for Mrs. WILLIAMSON, there seems to be some reason to suppose that she also might have perished had not the door of her bed-chamber been fastened, and the policeman arrived before she had given admission to the murderer, There is no necessity, however, for imputing greater criminality to the wretched man than he has already candidly acknowledged, Another deplorable feature in the recent tragedy is the time and place selected for its perpetration. It was on the Sabbath morning that BURANELLI carried his atrocious hdesigns into execution. When the nation was preparing for prayer and thanksgiving he was wreaking his diabolical vengeance on those against whom he had taken offence. His chief victim was sleeping peacefully at the moment when the deadly bullet, discharged from a pistol resting against his head, passed through his skull. He had no chance of defending himself—no possibility of offering an explanation that might have appeased the wouldbe assassin. There could be no sudden outbreak of passion arising from anything that then occurred. The other sufferer was also at rest, and the noise of the shot that killed her husband was the first intimation that Mrs. LAMBERT received of her impending danger. The place too, in a public thoroughfare, situate in the very heart of the metropolis, where the murderer could have no possible hope of escaping without detection, add, if possible, additional horror to the harrowing details. Indeed, in all its peculiar features, we have never heard of an outrage more appalling, more calculated to disturb the confidence which every man feels in the sanctity of his own dwelling than that committed by LUIG BURANELLI, and for which, if he survive the desperate attempt against his own life, he will have to answer before the criminal tribunals of that country whose hospitality he has abused, and whose most irrevocable law—a law prescribed by the Divine as well as by every human code— he has violated. It does not by any means miti gate his guilt that he attempted to add suicide to his other crimes, or that, on detection, he turned the deadly weapon with which he was armed, and with which lie had just shed the blood of a fellow-creature, against his own life.  GENERAL CAN_ROBERT