21st July 1861


Many of the rabbis of Cracow and the neighbourhood have condemned the use of crinoline, and interdicted females so attired from appearing at the synagogue. At Tarnow however, a few days ago, some Jewesses, leaning on the arms of their male friends, boldly presented themselves at the synagogue in the proscribed garment, But a number of low Jews, arming themselves with sticks and knives, drove them away, and compelled them to seek refuge in an adjacent house. Several persons, fearing the women would be injured, placed themselves before the house. A fierce conflict ensued, and blood was shed on both sides, but nobody was killed. The police did not interfere.


In the Court for Divorce yesterday, the disgusting case of Farquharson v Farquharson was heard on adjudication. This was a suit instituted by the wife the daughter of the Rev Henry Buckley, rector of Hartshorn, against her husband, a captain in her Majesty’s 24th Regiment of Foot, for a dissolution of marriage by reason of cruelty and adultery.

From the statement of the learned counsel, and the evidence adduced, a more painful and disgusting case has never been recorded in the annals of this court.

The petitioner, a young lady of considerable attractions, was affianced to the respondent, a member of a highly respectable family. A fortnight before his marriage, which took place on the 14th of June 1857, he cohabited with a prostitute, and became diseased, and in that state married the lady and communicated the disease to her, coolly the following morning telling her to use a syringe and lotion, which, he stated, was recommended by his friend, Sir James Clarke, to counteract the disease.

He went on persisting in a course of profligacy, in visiting the Turkish Divans and other places of aristocratic profligacy in the Haymarket, and there became acquainted with two of its frequenters, with whom he also had adulterous intercourse—Amy Laurence, in Tachbrook-street, and Caroline Gray, in Oxenden-street, notwithstanding that he still cohabited with his wife who, in February 1860, was delivered of a child at the residence of her parents. The child died a fortnight after birth, and according to the medical evidence of the surgeon who attended the lady in her confinement, the child had been conceived in a state of gonorrhoea and syphilis, the first coming from the mother and the other coming from the father.

The knowledge of these distressing facts came to the ears of the woman’s parents, who taxed the respondent with the enormity of his offence towards their daughter and told him he was a ruffian and a coward, and the murderer of his child, upon which he abjectly confessed that he had known he was diseased at the time of his marriage and had had connections with prostitutes at Aldershot, Portsmouth and Dublin.

From that time, the 13th of April, his wife was taken from him, and has ever since lived under the protection of her father and mother. He was, however, allowed to remain in the house for a fortnight, as he merely asked for a place of refuge.

The evidence of these sickening details of married live were fully established, and the learned Judge, in pronouncing a decree nisi for a dissolution of the marriage, said there were scarcely words strong enough to condemn the disgraceful and disgusting conduct of the respondent—he was a disgrace to human nature.

14th July 1861


On Friday morning, shortly before twelve o’clock, the greatest consternation was occasioned in Northumberland Chambers, 16 Northumberland-street, Strand, occupied by Mr Roberts, an army agent, and who, it appeared, had fired two pistols at a Major Murray, who was in Mr Roberts’ office at the time, and inflicted two bullet wounds in the neck.

Major Murray, although thus wounded, finding that Mr Roberts had locked the door, and was in possession of another pistol, seized the poker and tongs, and commenced a fierce onslaught on his attempted murderer inflicting the most fearful blows over the head and face, so as to thoroughly disarm him, and render him insensible.

A man named Pomfret first raised the cry of “Murder,” and Mr Ransom, who occupies offices in the same house, saw Major Murray make his escape from the back window into the yard, and as he was bleeding profusely from the wound in the neck and forehead, he at once led him off to Charing-cross hospital.

A number of policemen rushed to the house and, on going up stairs, they found the door locked but entering the room from the back window, they found the floor covered with blood, and in the corner near the door, they discovered Mr Roberts in a crouching position, bleeding profusely from numerous wounds on his head and face, they being fairly smashed, and on the floor they found the two pistols.

Mr Roberts was immediately raised up by the police, and conveyed to Charing-cross hospital, where Major Murray had previously arrived.

It appeared that the inmates of the house heard the sounds of pistols but paid no attention to it, as it was no unusual circumstance. For two months past, Mr Roberts had been in the habit of firing pistols in his rooms.

Both parties are in the charge of the police. No explanation for the affair has so far been forthcoming.

The following has been published by a contemporary as Major Murray’s statement:

“This morning, about half-past eleven, I bad come from London Bridge by the boat to Hungerford. I was going 28, Parliament-street, the office of the Grosvenor Hotel Company, of which I am a director. Mr Roberts stopped me on Hungerford Bridge, and said to me, “Major Murray, I think?” I said, “That is my name.” He said, “You are a director of the Grosvenor Hotel Company?” I replied, “I don’t know any greater shareholder than myself but one; how do you know me?” He said, “I have seen you at your meetings at the hotel in Palace-yard. I hear that you are about to borrow money.” I said, “I am not aware of it.” He said, “My office is close here, come with me; I want to speak to you on the matter.” I went with him, and sat down by the escritoire. He said, “What are your terms?” I replied, “I really can’t tell you; I don’t know that we require money, but I will come and tell you at three o’clock tomorrow.” All at once he came right behind me, fired a pistol and shot me in the back of the neck. I fell. When down he shot me again, and the ball glanced from my forehead over the temple on the left side. He stood over me several minutes, and I could feel his breath. I feigned to be dead. He went into the next room, and when I saw him come in again, I sprang up, seized the tongs, and beat him as long as I could. When he was powerless, I removed him to the front room, and finding the door locked I jumped out of the window. I never saw him before in all my life.”

7th July 1861


A sad scene was witnessed at Scarborough on Sunday. Three men of the 58th regiment went to a rugged and dangerous part of the castle rock, on the north side, to bathe. The place is full of quicksands and the three all fell victims, their bodies being carried away by the tide. The sad event cast a general gloom over the town.


Mr John Blackshaw, MD, aged 50 years, a retired physician of Omega House, Alpha-road, along with a friend, named Flight, drove away from his residence in a chaise drawn by a restive pony. They had scarcely started from the door before the pony became so restless as to alarm Mr Flight and induce him to get out. That gentleman having refused to get into the chaise again, Mr Blackshaw drove on alone, at some speed. About 100 yards distant, he got into a violent collision with a lamppost, was in consequence thrown from the chaise with a fearful violence into the road, and the wheels of a gentleman’s brougham passing at the time ran over his head and body, crushing him in a terrible manner. He was removed to his residence insensible, and remained so until last Thursday, when he died.


On Tuesday evening, an accident of the most lamentable nature happened at Harwich. Mr Garland, the lord of the manor, had offered a handsome silver cup for competition among the members of the Volunteer Artillery, and a meeting with the ordinary carbine took place upon the shore of Dovercourt.

Mr Henry Cox, a young man of 19, and the only son of a highly esteemed widow lady, was of the party. He was ordered to advance in his proper turn but the moment he stepped from the ranks his carbine went off, and he, after springing some height from the ground, fell at the feet of one of his comrades. It is needless to say that the greatest alarm was occasioned.

When he was raised it was discovered that the ball had entered his neck immediately behind the right ear and escaped through the back part of the skull, which was frightfully shattered. Death had been instantaneous. The body was removed to a farmhouse nearby.

The cause of this melancholy occurrence has not been definitively ascertained, but it is conjectured that the young man, who was firing for the first time, had imprudently brought his firelock up to full cock before the proper time and touched the trigger with his trowsers.

30th June 1861


Giuseppe Biuccharin, an Italian organ-grinder, was charged with continuing to play his organ in University-street, after having been requested to go away for just and reasonable cause by a householder in that street.

Mr Rawlins, a teacher of military engineering, and professor of drawing at St. Mark’s College, stated that he had been for some years persecuted by the annoyance of organ-grinders playing before his house, which was peculiarly distressing to him, as he suffered much from ill-health, having twice had brain fever when an officer in the East India Company’s service. There was also an invalid lady residing in the house. These circumstances were known to some malicious neighbours, who took a pleasure in torturing him by sending organ-grinders to play in front of his house.

On Monday he was ill in bed, and several organ-grinders came and played in front of his house in the space of two hours. His servant, who had been taught to say in Italian, “Go away, there are sick people here,” sent them away one after the other, but the prisoner, who was the last of the swarm, refused to go away, and persisted in playing his organ. Consequently, Rawlins was obliged, ill as he was, to get up and dress himself, go out into the street, and himself order the man away. As he still refused to go away, witness gave him into custody.

The prisoner, who pretended not to know English (though he had spoken plainly enough to the constable on the way to the station-house), was informed by means of an interpreter of the effect of Mr. Rawlins’s evidence, to which he replied that he did not think he was doing wrong.

Mr Corrie—“You must have known you had no business to stay after you were told to go away. I shall fine you 5s, and if you do it again I will fine you 10s.”

Before the interpreter had time to translate the decision, the prisoner, suddenly recovering his knowledge of English, declared that he should not pay the fine.

Mr Corrie—“Then I will keep your organ and sell that.”

The prisoner, who appeared astonished at this suggestion, paid the fine and was liberated.


A mysterious and tragic affair has excited considerable sensation at Diss, in Norfolk. Mr Ringer, on returning to his house on Thursday evening found the servant girl lying bleeding from a wound in the breast. All that could then be learnt from her was that she had been shot some hours before by a man named Sheldrick, a farm labourer, with whom she was acquainted.

It was ascertained that the report of a gun had been heard about six o’clock, so that the poor girl had remained nearly three hours in that distressing situation.

The girl, on being examined by a medical gentleman, was pronounced to be in a dangerous condition from a gunshot wound in the chest. Her name is Susan Garrod, twenty years of age.

Inquiries were made by the police after Sheldrick the  attempted assassin, and on the following day two officers, who were in search of him, met him in a field near Mr Ringer’s premises. He had in his hand a double-barrelled gun, which he raised as he saw the policemen, who, imagining that he intended to fire upon them, made a rush at him, but he instantly put the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, snapped the trigger with his foot and deliberately blew his brains out on the spot.

On Monday an inquest was held on his body. Sheldrick’s father said he had a wife and two children, that his wages were only 6s a week, and that in consequence of his poverty he had often been occasionally dejected in his mind.

The girl stated that Sheldrick twice attempted to take liberties with her; that she ran out to the orchard, Sheldrick following with the master’s gun in his hand, with which he shot at her.

The jury, after a short deliberation, returned a verdict to the effect that “the deceased feloniously, wilfully, and with malice aforethought, did kill and murder himself.”