The Otago Daily Times - Saturday, June 22, 1895
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LONDON CHAT.
(From Our Special Correspondent.)
London, May 3.
The failure of the 12 good men and true to find a verdict in the Wilde case is to be regretted, as it entails the re-issue of columns of filth, and a second trial may result in an acquittal on some law points. However, no bail was allowed, a proof of what the judge thinks of the case. Mrs Oscar Wilde is with Lady Mount-Temple, at Torquay, and it is rumoured that she will try for a divorce as soon as the result of the trial is arrived at. She will, in that case, re-take her maiden name of Lloyd.
The failure of 12 good men and true to find a verdict in the Wilde case is to be regretted, as it entails the re-issue of columns of filth, and a second trial may result in an acquittal on some law points. However, no bail was allowed, a proof of what the judge thinks of the case. Mrs Oscar Wilde is with Lady Mount-Temple, at Torquay, and it is rumoured that she will try for a divorce as soon as the result of the trial is arrived at. She will, in that case, re-take her maiden name of Lloyd.
A lady who new Lady Wilde before her marriage to Dr Wilde, the oculist, told me that she considers her "the cleverest woman she had ever known, and the greatest goose." She used to dress the baby Oscar Wilde as "the God of love." I wonder whether he was one of those loathsome urchins one sees with golden curls down their shoulders, neither boys nor girls. One marvels at the taste of parents who thus unsex their sons.
A lady who knew Lady Wilde before her marriage to Dr Wilde, the oculist, told me that she considers her "the cleverest woman she had ever known, and the greatest goose." She used to dress the baby Oscar Wilde as "the God of love." I wonder whether he was one of those loathsome urchins one sees with golden curls down their shoulders, neither boys nor girls. One marvels at the taste of parents who thus unsex their sons.
A lady who knew Lady Wilde before her marriage to Dr Wilde, the oculist, told me that she considers her "the cleverest woman she had ever known, and the greatest goose." She used to dress the baby Oscar Wilde as "the God of love." I wonder whether he was one of those loathsome urchins one sees with golden curls down their shoulders, neither boys nor girls. One marvels at the taste of parents who thus unsex their sons.—London Correspondent.