PENRITH HERALD and EAST CUMBERLAND and WESTMORLAND NEWS. NO. 438-Sixth Week in Quarter Registered for Transmission Abroad. SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1874. PRICE 1D. FEARFUL MURDER AT PLYMOUTH. A fearful murder was perpetrated in Plymouth on Wednesday afternoon. Three years ago, a suit for nullity of marriage was prosecuted by a MRS. SWEET, formerly MISS WATTS, of the Globe Hotel. The suit was unsuccessful, and after MR. SWEET had been abroad for a few months, he returned, and the two settled down together, residing at 46, Clifton-place. They have since September last been living together, apparently on excellent terms. However, when they were at home and in their bedroom a quarrel arose, originating in his wishing for some pomade for his toilet. MR. SWEET proposed to send the servant out for some,and MRS. SWEET objected. The servant (EMILY DONOVAN) was sent, and on her return found her mistress lying on the floor, fearfully wounded. It appears that the unfortunate young man had run his wife completely through the head with sword,, the weapon entering one temple and coming out at the other. The struggle between them appears to have been a severe one. MRS. SWEET having received several cuts and gashes across the wrist and arm in vain attempts to defend herself. The body of her dress was also torn open. The altercation took place about a quarter-past three o'clock, and at five-and-twenty minutes to four MRS. SWEET expired. On the servant entering the house, MR. SWEET left it, ran to the cab-stand at the head of Torrington-place, and ordered the cabman to drive to the Guildhall. Arrived there, he went into the magistrate's room, and began to throw about the books, and, the cabman being unable to obtain his fare, seized SWEET's hat, and went round to the adjoining police office and gave information. Inspector MURCH found SWEET gesticulating wildly. He took his keys and money out of his pocket and threw them out of the window, and raved incoherently. He was led down to the police-office, and was laid on his back, where he for a considerable time groaned and muttered about BATES and the election. The police could not detect any smell of drink in his breath, but as he asked repeatedly for water and seemed so strange, the divisional surgeon, MR. STEVENS, was sent for, and soon arrived. SWEET spoke something about having taken nitrate of soda three times a day to ward off attacks; but little importance could be attached to such intimations, as he was manifestly either intoxicated or was affected by real or feigned madness. The fearful occurrence caused the greatest excitement, and crowds gathered round the house in which deceased lay. ___________________________________________________________________ On Thursday morning SYLVANUS SWEET, who killed his wife on the previous day, was brought before the magistrates at Plymouth charged with murder. The female servant of the prisoner stated that all day up to the time of the catastrophe, her master and mistress were on the best terms; that towards evening, when they were about to go upstairs to dress for an evening party, she overhead the prisoner saying to his wife that he should like to have a little pomade, to which she replied, though not in an angry tone, that he "shouldn't have any"; that they then both went upstairs shortly, after which the prisoner sent her out for a pot of pomade, telling her to place it on the parlour-table, and that he would come down and fetch it. She went out as directed, and the murder was committed during her ten minutes absence. The deceased lingered in a moaning state for about 20 minutes. The prisoner made no defence, and was remanded. ============================================================