the most delicate employments in the Romish Church
until he lapsed from its faith. The motives of the
witnesses might also he questioned. One of them spoke to
her having been directed to give evidence for the honour
of Holy Church and the Mother of God. Then it was
almost impossible for Dr. Achilli effectually to contradict
the stories circulated against him. He was under a
sentence of the Inquisition, and it would have been almost
impossible to get witnesses to speak in his favour.
Passing from the matter of the libel, Mr. Justice
Coleridge then commented on the manner and spirit in
which it was expressed. "I do confess (he said) that
when, long ago now, my attention was first drawn to the
pages which are before me, I read these words with
infinite shame and disgust. It appeared to me, I must
say, as a mere matter of taste, that you had totally
departed from the usual style of your productions, and,
what was much worse than that, that you had used a
scheme and an arrangement in setting out these charges
one after the other, and that you had closed them at last
in a way which has exposed you to the strong observations
which I hope you have heard to-day with surprise
as well as with regret. One of the advocates for the
prosecution has stated, for the second time to-day, the
impression produced upon his mind by the manner in
which you have described the last charge made against
Dr. Achilli. I am sure no such thing was intended;
but that you, a master as you are of the art of writing,
should have expressed yourself in this way, lays you
open at least to the imputation of great recklessness in
the manner in which you put forward the charge. It
is sad to see that, speaking of the Reformed Church, you
should commence with a sentence such as this—'In the
midst of outrages such as these, my brothers of the
Oratory, wiping its mouth, and clasping its hands, and
turning up its eyes, it trudges to the Town-hall to hear
Dr. Achilli expose the Inquisition.' Surely that was
not language in which you should have spoken of a
church of which you had been so long a member. And
the whole course of these pages which lie before me is
conceived in the same way; partly in what may be
called ferocious merriment, partly in triumph, partly in
exultation over the unhappy man whose foul offences
you were producing before your hearers. Surely, if you
have felt yourself called upon to act as the judge and as
the executioner upon a man so foul, so wretched, as you
described Dr. Achilli to be, you should have approached
that task with feelings of sorrow and sadness, and
executed it with tenderness and with consideration. Judges
do not pass sentence upon the foulest criminal without
some emotion—sometimes, indeed, an emotion difficult
to control. Human nature shudders when we hear of
an executioner branded for exulting in the ingenuity
with which he tortures and destroys a criminal. But
you have made and repeated these expressions as if they
were matter of exultation and merriment, and as it seems
to me, with utter recklessness of the great importance
and the serious nature of the charges you have made.
I have now, I believe, however imperfectly, stated the
different points of the case which seemed to me to
deserve observation. I hope that even in this crowded
court there is not a single individual who looks with
triumph upon the spectacle before him. I am sure that
the Court addressed itself to this duty in no spirit of
exultation. The sentence which it is about to pronounce
by my mouth is not intended to be a cause of exultation
to one party or the other. It will be meted out to you
simply and solely upon consideration of the acts that you
have done and the motives that impelled you to do them.
I have spoken of the feelings of the Court, and I am sure
I participate in those feelings. Firmly attached as I am,
and I believe I ever shall be, to the Church of England,
in which I have lived and in which I hope to die, there
is nothing in my mind in seeing you now before me but
the deepest regret. I can hardly expect that you will
take in good part many of the observations which I have
felt it my duty to make. Suffer me, however, to say
one or two words more. The great controversy between
the Churches will go on, we know not, through God's
pleasure, how long. Whether henceforward you shall
take any part in it or not, it will be for you to consider.
But I think the pages before me should, upon calm
consideration, give you this warning—that if you engage in
any controversy, you should engage in it neither
personally nor bitterly. The road to unity is by increase of
holiness of life. If you, for the future, sustain, as you
may think you are bound to do by your publications, the
cause of the Church of Rome, I entreat you to do it in
a spirit of charity, in a spirit of humility, in a spirit
worthy of your great abilities, of your ardent piety, of
your holy life, and of our common Christianity. The
sentence of the Court upon you is, that you do pay to
her Majesty the fine of £100; and that you be
imprisoned in the first class of misdemeanants in the Queen's
Prison until that fine be paid." Dr. Newman's solicitor
immediately wrote a cheque for the amount of the fine,
handed it in, and they both left the court.

Robert Ferdinand Pries, whose commitment for
trial on the charge of Forgery was mentioned in our last
number, has been tried at the Central Criminal Court,
and Sentenced to transportation for life.

William Hawkins Adams, receiver of bankers' parcels
at the General Post-office, has been convicted of
Embezzling small sums of money received as postage for
parcels. He had been twenty-four years in the Post-
office, and had a salary of between £300 and £400.
Sentence, fifteen years' transportation.

An atrocious Murder has been committed at Gureen,
near Kilbeggan, Westmeath. Thomas Farrel, a man of
sixty, a Roman Catholic, who farmed a small tract of
land, lived in a comparatively populous neighbourhood,
a quarter of a mile from the town, and near a well-
frequented road. About seven o'clock in the evening,
the moon shining brightly, five young countrymen, in
no way disguised, with arms in their hands, went to the
house. Two remained at the door on guard. Farrell
was at his fireside, telling a story to his family—his
wife and two daughters, and a servant-boy—and three
of his neighbours, young men, all sitting round the
fire, without any candle burning, when the three men,
armed with guns, raised the latch of the door and came
into the house. One of them pulled out a candle, and
giving it to Farrell's servant-boy, desired him to light
it. He then said, "I am in search of a person I want;"
and proceeded towards a room, the only other apartment
of the house, the door of which was closed. This
room he ransacked, but found only 2s. 6d. in money.
When he returned to the kitchen, one of his companions
asked him, had he got what he wanted? and he replied,
"No; I will make a short job of it." Presently he
said to the old man, "Tom, lend me your gun for a few
days, and I will return it." Farrell desired the servant-
boy to reach him the gun, which was beside; Farrell
stood up when the boy handed him the gun; getting it
in his hand, the assassin desired the boy to stand back,
and in an instant the two that kept guard fired their
muskets at Farrell, who fell dead. The assassins then
departed, apparently unrecognised by any of the persons who
witnessed the murder. As usual, no one offered resistance;
it was not till Farrell's son came home that the police
received information. The coroner's jury were obliged to
return their verdict against "persons unknown."

A burglar has been Killed in attempting to rob a
house at Shoreham, near Brighton. Many robberies
had recently taken place there, and, among others, the
house of the Rev. Mr. Wheeler had been entered, and
several articles carried off. In that house a watch was
afterwards kept, several servants, well armed, sitting up
during the night. Between two and three o'clock in
the morning of the 3d inst., a noise was heard in a pantry.
The door had been locked, and the watchers could not
enter; but through a window they called upon a man
who was in the place to surrender. He scoffed at them,
and was making his way out, when he was fired at twice;
the first shot did not take effect, but the second charge
lodged in his side. He got through a window, probably
assisted by confederates; but in a few minutes afterwards
he was found lying dead on the ground. A
coroner's inquest was held on his body, and the jury gave
a verdict of "Justifiable homicide." The man was not
then identified; but it has since been discovered that he
was John O'Hara, an Irishman living at Brighton; and
some of his companions, men and women, are in custody
for the possession of stolen property.

A dreadful Murder was perpetrated near Ilford, in
Essex, on the morning of the 8th inst. Mr. Toller, a