The Poole Telegram. — 1884-08-22 (Poole, Dorset, England)

ROMAN TIC SUICIDE.  Mr. George Collier held an inquest on Friday at Poplar on the body of Henry Thomas Hall, aged 20. an artificial flower maker.—Mary Jane Carling, 8, Woodland. street. East Greenwich, raid she last saw deceased al.ve on Saturday morning, when he said to witness—" I don't care whether lam hanged or drowned." He was keeping colon any with a young woman named Esther Griggs, who wrote the letter produced on the previous Thursday; and in consequence of that lettr he had seemed very much depreseed and strange, although he was of so',er habits, and was so when he made the above remor t to witness. He had been engaged to the young woman for nine months. Witness's hu bond told her that deceased lord raid be should make away with himself aeter he hod received the letter. The letter was as follows : " Harry. I write these few lines to tel yen that I don't wish to keep comp iny with you, only to treat me as a friend. I have wrote, so you know what to do, and you can have the box or the money, and the money I owe you I will pay next month.—From yo r attictionate friend, E. GRIGGS "—William Atkins said he raw the deceased on S iturday, when he Wee on Appleby's Jetty by the riverside, and he raw him jump off the Wharf let the jetty. Deceased put up his hands once, and witness could see no more of him. Witness ran round, but could see nothing of him. His hat and coat were on the jetty. Deceased did not attempt to save himself, and no was near him at the time There was a letter in his coat pocket, and it was as follows :—Harry Hall, 8, Woodland-street, Greenwich.—l write these few lines to let you know the reason for it, I have got no work, and now I have lost one who is my all, so now I do not care what becomes of me. So I have done the. Tell Esther I wish her well, and I forgive her as I expect to be forgiven. Good-bye, and God bless you all.—Esther Griggs, living at the Allen Arms, Allensroad. Stoke Newington, said the letter produced was in her handwriting, and as deceased bad been out of work for two months she thought it best to break off the engaeenient. It WWI not through any fault of his that he had been out of work, but through slackness in business. He was of sober habits. She owed him 3i.—The Jury returned a verdict of temporary insanity.  Off for tho bummer—The u'ater. The health question—How are you The King of Greece—Oleomargarine. Sydney Smith described Hallam as having his mouth ' full of cabbage and contradiction.' A Warwickshire paper repeats the following notice The attention of advertisers is particularly directed to the limited chargPs and advantages to be derived from advertising under the following heads No wonder Luminary lost the last race in which he was engaged. The sporting reporter declares that when nearing the post be changed his legs. He does not say if he stopped to do so, or how long a time the changing consumed, but anyhow the proc!ediog is enough to ccount for his detest, especially as his opponent was not only running well on the turf, but also we are told, running within himself. It is not cheap butter, but oleomargarine that should be protected. Cheap butter is strong enough to take care of itself. Paddy. said a tourist to an Irish jarvev, are you a Home Ruler. No, begorra, answered Pat, I've had too much of home rule from me wife to be a (rind of it. He hal made a hearty meal at a restaurant, and, gett'ng up, he said to the water—l declare if I havn't forgotten my purse. The waiter fired up, and hurled big words at him for full three minutes before pausing for breath. When a chance came the stranger continued—But I have a five pound riots here in my waistcoat pocket. The waiter couldn't smile to save his  life. Maria, said Mr. Jones, who had been tryipg his hand at spring poetry, I've written a sonnet. Have you, dear. said Maria, sweetly, as she nibbled the slate pencil she was holding for Willie; why do you call it a sonnet Oh, answered Jonee, loftily, because it will rhyme en nicely with bonnet. Maria thought she detected a latent sarcasm. You might have said hat, she murmured demurely. Why hat? asked Jones with in, erest. It would rhYme so nicely with flat, purred Mr. Jones. A silence that might have ben felt ensued. Australia has an editor 11 years old. He attributes his long life and excellent health to the fact that he never experted to please everybody, and never tried to. A short time ago in a village an itinerant band was playing a slow, mournful air, when suddenly they changed their note, and with all their might struck up, • See the Conquering Hero Comes The people looked iound in surprise for the cause, but they could see nothing except a distiller's dray with a puncheon of whiskey on it. ' Madam,' he began, as he lifted his hat at the front door, 'I am soliciting for home charities. We have hundreds of poor, ragged, and vicious children, like those at your gate, and our object is—' 'Sir, those are my children; she Interrupted; and the way that front door slammed his tee jarred every hair on his head. A