The Sun. — 1835-08-19 (London, England)

LIVERPOOL COTTON MARKET, AUGUST 17. Little business has been doing to-day, the sales arc 2,500 bags, barely maintaining last week's prices, at least for low qualities, of which there is a great abundance, and which evidently must decline it the present dull state of the market continues. The cotton sold if chiefly American, 9i-d. to 121. The new novel by Mrs. Troliar, called "Tremordyn Cliff," will very shortly be published. A good comic tale, provocative of hearty laughter (and no one knows better how to excite this than the witty authoress of " The Domestic Manners of the Americans") is always a boon, but more especially so at this burning season, when one's languor needs excitement. The scene of the story shifts from Cornwall to London, and society in both places is understood to be sharply ridiculed, whether connected with the scandal, the old-ntaidism, the ambitious but clumsy dinner-parties, and the preposterous affectation of costume which so often characterises the wouldbe genteel in a country town ; or with the gaudy dissipations, the exclusive airs, the rnanceuvring match-making, and the intense flirtations-of the high-bred in the circles of the metro, polls,  A young woman of very respectable appearance, the mite of a German mechanic, was brought before the Loyd MANOR charged with having attetripteclto commit suicide. The neighbours spoke in the highest terms of the. defeetdant as a wife and mother, and upon the LORD MAYOR askingto what was this lamentable paroxysm attributable ? le defendant said that her husband had so nagging a tongue that it was quite intolerable to anybody whose ears were not completely closed up, and that no doubt she was driven to desperation by that violent organ, for her natural protesltor never castigated her with any other weapon. ' Although she had four children to support, she had been compelled to i'y front home and to seek the horrible refuge of the Thames, for anything was preferable to the eternal nagging to which she was accustomed. His Lordship then gave the defendant some money to rte. lieve the present difficulties of the family, and represented tes her the terrific nature of the .crime she had so nearly perpe-, trated. He hoped that if any account of this remarkable case should appear in the newspapers it would operate as a lesson for men who were not in the habit of exercising a wholesome restraint upon their tongues in times of domestic affliction ; at the same time that it would show whet annoyances poor women were in the habit of undergoing. The female went away evidently impressed with a grateful sense of the Chief Magistrate's kindness. An odd case succeeded the foregoing. A little Irish boy, who said his name was John Murphy, was brought up, having been found in Smith, Payne, and Smith's unfinished pre--nises the night before. Murphy said, with a French accent—l was born in IrelaVes and was taken over to Paris by my father and mother, who arse now dead, when I was little more than a babe, and I was bound apprentice there to a jeweller. A few months ago I took it into my head to look after the people of my family who were. alive, and 1 managed to get over to Ireland. but I found them in very so-so circumstances, so I bundled off to London, and when I came here I was very sleepy, and I sat down on a step, and off I went to sleep, but I was scarcely asleep when a gentleman shakes me up, and says, " You must not stay here, little boy." So up I gets, and away I goes to another street, and sat upon another step, but there I fell asleep too, and another gentleman shakes me, and made me move off. What was Ito do then ? I saw a fine large house, without a creature in it, and I thought I might get a sleep there, but there I wa..; out too, for I was prevented there by a man and a dog ; but, after all, I am much obliged for all that happened, for I got a avital night's rest. The rwa.tchman said, that the poor boy slept like a top the moment he .:vas laid on the floor of the watchhouse. _ _  The