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states that on the police authorities arriving at the place, they had some difficulty in preserving order; but after a short lapse of time this was accomplished. They then proceeded to the spot where the lifeless corpse laid, and took possession of the same, and which presented one of the most awful spectacles that has been witnessed for many years.

      What could have been the motive for such a cold-blooded and wanton murder being committed we are at a loss to conceive; without it was in consequence of some disagreement having taken place between the unfortunate victims and their assailants, and then ending in the depriving their fellow-creatures of life, which we are forbidden, according to the commandments, to take away; but this seems to be entirely violated in many instances by our dissipated and irregular habits which tends to the committal of such serious things, and through disobeying the scriptural advice brings the degraded creatures to an untimely end. According to the Scriptures, “He that sheddeth man’s blood, by man shall his blood be shed,” which we entirely agree with in these instances, and fully acknowledge the just sentence that is often obliged to be carried into effect; and certainly must say, that were it not for the rigidness of those laws, many of us would not be able to proceed on our journey at heart. So, therefore, we are in duty bound to call upon those laws being fully acted up to, for it is our opinion that those crimes are very seldom committed without there is some disregard or ill feeling towards their unfortunate victims, and thereby end their days in a dreadful manner.

      The unfortunate persons being so well known and so much respected, every one feels anxious to know all particulars, and it is the constant enquiry amongst them to know if there is any one apprehended for the murder, or if there is anything more known as to lead to the suspicion who it has been committed by, all being very desirous to hear of the perpetrators of this diabolical and horrid deed. We feel much for the family, who are thrown into the greatest affliction through this dreadful circumstance, and which has cast a gloom over the circle of friends in which they moved.

      As a member of society, there will be no one that we know of who will be more missed; one who was often known to relieve the wants of his fellow creatures as far as his circumstances would permit, and whose society was courted by all. As a member, of the family to which they belonged, none will be more deeply regretted, but those who are now remaining will feel the loss and deplore the lamentable death of their respected and worthy friends.—Just as we are going to press, we have received information from our reporter, that something has been elicited from a party that has thrown a light on this subject, and which has led to the apprehension of one of the principal offenders, and who, if proved guilty, will, we hope, meet with that punishment due to his fearful crime.

      London: J. Lucksway, Printer and Publisher, High Street, Westminster.

THE COMMITTAL OF

       W. THOMPSON,

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      To the County Gaol at Oxford for the

      MURDER OF HIS WIFE

       AND THREE CHILDREN,

      On the 12th instant.

      This morning, the 12th inst., the neighbourhood of Queen-st., Banbury, was thrown into a state of excitement at hearing the cries of murder between the hours of 12 and 1, at the house of Wm. Thompson. Several of the neighbours arose from their beds and knocked at, and tried the door, but all was silent, when Sarah Cope said, some efforts must be made to enter, and two Policemen were quickly on the spot, and about 2 o’clock they forced the door open, when a most awful sight presented itself. The wife lay weltering in her blood and with her head literally knocked to pieces, and the prisoner, who was drunk, was quickly apprehended. Up stairs the two youngest were found lying in a pool of blood on the chamber floor, and the eldest boy, Thomas, four years old, was found a lifeless corpse on the bed, and the clothes covered with blood.

      Two surgeons pronounced life to be extinct. An inquest was held at the Blue Boar, and after a post-mortem examination of the bodies, and the whole of the Evidence heard by the Jury, a Verdict of Wilful Murder was returned against William Thompson.

      The Prisoner was calm during the whole of the proceedings, and did not attempt to deny his guilt. Since his committal he has made the following Confession.

      THE CONFESSION.

      On the 12th ultimo, I left my wife and family and went to the house of Sarah Potts, and during the day when we were drinking, she asked me to leave my family and live with her; I gave her no decisive answer at that time. At midnight I returned home and found my wife and children were gone to bed, but she got up and let me in without speaking an angry word; but I got hold of an iron bar and struck her a fatal blow on the head, and repeated the blows until she was dead. I then proceeded to the bed-room, where the children were. My eldest son, Thomas, four years of age, begged for mercy, but I was deaf to his cries and tears; I then raised the bar of iron and struck him three times on the head; the two youngest are twins, I beat their heads against the chamber floor, and I hope the Lord will forgive me.

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      All you that have got feeling hearts, I pray you now attend,

      To these few lines so sad and true, a solemn silence lend,

      It is of a cruel murder, to you I will unfold—

      The bare recital of the tale, must make your blood run cold.

      ’Twas in the town of Banbury, all in fair Oxfordshire,

      One William Thomson did reside, by trade a Carpenter,

      He had a kind and loving wife, likewise three children dear,

      Who victims fell unto his rage, as shortly you may hear,

      The one it was a little boy, just turned two years old,

      The other two were lovely boys, the truth I now unfold,

      Long time he kept his family, in credit and renown,

      Until he was led astray, by a woman on the town—

      One Sarah Potts it was her name, who first did him betray,

      And from his wife and children, caused him to go astray,

      At rest from her he ne’er could be, by day nor yet by night,

      Until her false deluding tongue, had proved his ruin quite.

      It was on the 12th day of the month, unto her house he went

      A drinking, for to spend the day, it was his chief intent;

      She says, come leave your house and home, your family also,

      And to some other country, along with you I’ll go.

      About the hour of twelve at noon, he homeward did repair,

      And found his poor deluded wife, waiting his love to share—

      One angry word she never spoke, though he unkind had been

      But with the meekness of a lamb, she rose to let him in.

      Soon as the house he entered, he straightway locked the door,

      Soon seized upon an iron bar, and threw her on the floor;

      With which he beat her on the head, as she lay on the ground,

      Her brains most awful for to view, lay scattered all around.

      Oh then he seized those lovly twins, whilst