shuntings was going on, the special-train ran up,
and crushed Lodwick so that he died in a few hours
afterwards. He had not heard the electric hell; he
had no possible time to run six hundred yards back
on the line and place explosive signals behind the
Hertford train and before the express-train; and he had
not, as he should have done, sent the guards of the
waiting trains to do it. The express-train had approached
at twenty miles an hour, and then "run on easily,"
probably not much under ten miles an hour. An inquest
was held, and the jury found a verdict of manslaughter
against Roland Baxter, the driver of the express-train;
and they added this expression of their general opinion:
—"The jury cannot separate without expressing their
unanimous opinion, that the duties assigned to the
deceased, who was killed during their proper performance,
were more multifarious than a person in his station of life
and with his emoluments could reasonably be expected
to perform, and that greater precautionary measures,
by means of the electric telegraph, might have been
adopted. They think it right also to add, that the
regulations of the Eastern Counties Railway Company
appear to require modification, and that punctuality
should be more strictly enforced." In the other case,
James Wilson, the driver of a goods-engine, had been
killed on the 7th, by his own engine, while it was under
the care of his stoker at the Ingatestone station. Wilson
had gotten off his engine, and his stoker, Henry
Hampshire, was with it shunting a truck, when Wilson was
crushed; nobody having seen him approach. The
stoker considered himself acting under the orders of the
guard of his train; but the guard asserted that in some
respect he did not act on the orders given. The
coroner's jury returned a verdict of manslaughter against
Hampshire.

A Little Chimney Sweeper has Perished at Manchester
in the flue of a manufactory. It appeared at the inquest
that there was a great want of caution in the engineer
and the master sweeper: the flue had not been sufficiently
cooled and ventilated, and the poor boy was
suffocated by the heated gases, as well as burnt by falling
on the hot soot. The coroner's jury directed that a
copy of the depositions be sent to the Watch Committee,
with a request that the parties concerned should be
prosecuted for using climbing-boys contrary to law.

A young man named Crook, a nailmaker at Birmingham,
Accidentally Shot his Wife on the 9th. Having
returned home in the evening from his work, he
affectionately saluted her, and asked her to get him a nice
cup of tea. She was busy in this duty, stooping before
the fire toasting some bread, when her husband took
up a gun that had just before been placed against the
wall by Lockley, their fellow tenant in the house, who
had been shooting birds in the garden. As Crook
lifted the gun the charge exploded, and his wife sank
quietly forward as if fainting; Mrs. Lockley ran and
clasped her in her arms, and found her dead—the shot
had entered her brain. The poor husband, who had
been married only a fortnight, became frantic with
grief; tearing his hair and uttering self-accusations. A
coroner's inquest was held, and found that this lamentable
occurrence was entirely accidental.

A most Melancholy Shipwreck has taken place near the
Land's End. Early on the morning of Saturday, the
11th, the brig, New Commercial, of Whitby, in a thick
fog and strong gale, struck on a ledge of rocks adjoining
to the headland of Cape Cornwall, and immediately
went to pieces, but the people on board,—the Master,
Sanderson, his wife, and eight men, got upon the rocks.
They were discovered from the shore as soon as day
broke, but no assistance could then he possibly rendered
them. In this condition they remained until about
nine o'clock, when they were all washed off by one
wave, and seven of them perished. Of the remaining
three—one, a mulatto, contrived to get on a portion of
the floating wreck, and for some hours, clear of the
broken waters, till five fishermen, belonging to Sennen,
a small fishing cove close to the Land's End, determined,
with that resolute spirit for which these men are
distinguished, to launch their boat through the breakers,
and at length, after encountering great risk, they
rescued the poor mulatto from his perilous situation.
The master and his wife, when they were carried off the
ledge, were thrown upon the Little Brisson Rock. The
master first gained a footing, and saw his wife struggling
in the waves, but sufficiently near to enable him to
stretch out his hand and pull her in. While the Sennen
fishermen were occupied in rescuing the mulatto, her
Majesty's revenue cutter Sylva, commanded by Mr.
Forward, was seen working round the Land's End,
having been ordered to the spot by Captain Davies, the
commander of the coast guard of this district. On
reaching the point Mr. Forward launched his boat, and
attempted, with a crew of four men, to get near the
rock, hut the attempt was fruitless; and it was only
with great difficulty that he regained the cutter. It
was now growing late, and nothing more could be
attempted in the way of rescue for the day, so Mr.
Forward hoisted his colours and hove to his craft, to
encourage the poor sufferers, who were now to be left
to spend the wretched night without food or shelter,
exposed to the wind and rain upon the desolate rock.
On Sunday morning the wind and sea abated a little,
and all hands were on the alert. At one o'clock four
boats were seen approaching from the Sennen Cove—
three manned by fishermen and one by the coast guard;
at the same time Captain Davies arrived, having
embarked in a preventive boat with five men, taking
rockets with him. The cutter's boat also was manned
by Mr. Forward, so that six boats were quickly on the
spot. By this time the people upon the cliffs could not
have numbered less than 5000 or 6000; and as each
boat arrived at the spot, the cliffs rang with the cheers of
the multitude. The sea ran so high that no boat could
approach the rock, and Captain Davies therefore
proceeded to use his rockets. The first discharge failed;
the line which was thrown having been cut by a sharp
ledge upon which it fell. Another rocket was
discharged, and this time the cord fell upon the rock,
close to the unfortunate pair. The husband was seen
to fasten the line around the waist of his wife, and to
encourage her to take the fearful leap, while she lingered
and hesitated to jump into the foaming waters; at last,
however, his persuasions prevailed. They took an
affecting leave of each other, and, amid the breathless
expectation of all, she made the awful plunge from a
height of about twelve feet. At this moment three
immense waves broke in rapid succession, perilling the
safety of all. For a time the boats were entirely hidden
from the view of the spectators, and the loud cry broke
forth from thousands of voices, "They are gone." But
soon again the boats were seen above the waves, and
the cliffs once more rang with approving cheers. The
cord was drawn with great judgment, and after about
three minutes the poor woman was taken into one of
the boats; but the blows from the waves were more
than her exhausted frame could bear. No attention
that could be shown her was spared. The men took off
their own clothes to cover her, and used every effort to
restore her. She breathed, but by the time the boat
reached the cove life had fled. After the master had
persuaded his wife to leave him, he fastened the cord
round his own waist, and was drawn, greatly exhausted,
into one of the other boats. It is impossible to speak
too highly of the conduct of those who were employed
on this occasion. All who witnessed it agree in declaring
that a more gallant and humane act has seldom been
recorded.

Mr. Bent, a green-grocer of Newington, driving his
grocery cart along the road at Newington Causeway,
was Killed by being thrown out of the vehicle, one of
the wheels having gone into a hole. It appears that,
pending a dispute between conterminous parishes as to
their boundaries and liabilities to keep the roads in
repair, this road has been neglected till it has been worn
into such ruts and chasms that carriages cannot drive
along it without danger. A coroner's inquest was held
on the 13th, and, after hearing evidence as to the liabilities
of the contending parties, found a verdict of
"Manslaughter against Mr. Pocock, chairman, and the five
trustees of the south district board of St. George,
Southwark."

A Fire broke out in the public-house kept by Caunt,
the pugilist, in St. Martin's Lane, just after the inmates
had retired to rest at two o'clock in the morning of the
15th. Caunt was in the country. Mrs. Caunt and a