“ the* Australasian,.’ writes ; “Thepainful and shocking surroundings of Mj?m Martley’ri deaths have .given-'every moralist in manuscript a right to fling at him. But those who glibly set him down as having been a habitual inebriate evidently, knew very little about bim. A little brandy—less than many most respectable, persons respectably absorb without ill effects—maddened him. Since the death of Mrs Martley, less, than a monthago, he bps bspn unable ;to sleep, every anodyne prescribed by his doctor Jailing to sec.ure -him :rest,, . Until.the ,I'afifc; day on which he saw the light he only topk.such stimulants as were professionally prescribed for him/ ■ Akinder-hearted or mbro generous man never liVed. flis brilr li a pt and fascinating, full of vivacity, backed up by large geideral knowledge gathered from observation and reading. : As a lawyer he had at the Victor!an T bar, I bave'been told on competent authority, low equals-aud no superior, I tjs not known to many that the legal points which Mr Ireland-so ably argued, and which secured the release of Mount and Morris, were suggested by Mr Martley.” By a late P. and 0. : steamer, a gentleman not altogether unknown in the Colonies took his departure from -Southampton. Through some curious lapse of memory he had forgotten his oWn-naihe, and’, being a person of ready adaptability to circumstances, he took the first that came handy, and called himself Cavenagh; > He wasn’t at all a bashful man, and, after a few days At sea, he introduced .himself to irir Andrew Clarke (mice our'Stfryeydi'-General), who was on his way : to'.hib Qbverhorsliip of < the Straits settlements. “You prbbably,” ’said the pseudonymous traveller, “ knew my father, Mr Cavenagh, of the Melbourne ‘ Morning Herald ’?” “Oh yes', ’said , Sir Andrew, “ I remember him very well; how is Mrs Major' J ?” “Mrs Major —T don’t' remember havihg’had the pleasure!. of her’ ' acquaintance.” Not know her said Sir Andrew. “ Why she is your own' sister !’’ The impostor, thus accidentally detected, had ample opportunity fur introspection the rest of the voyage. No one spoke to him.
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Evening Star, Issue 3395, 8 January 1874, Page 3
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