A few evenings ago, when the family of Mr. Pickett, goldsmith, of Ludgate-hill, who resides in Harpur-street, near Red-lion-square, were retiring to rest, his eldest daughter, as she stood by the fire side, was employed in some little act of dutiful attention to her father, when the fire unperceived caught hold of her clothes, and in an instant her whole dress was in a blaze.
The father was struck motionless on the occasion, but recovering a little, burnt his hand in attempting to extinguish the flames; and the young lady finding no relief, ran from room to room to seek it, but in vain. In her progress she set fire to the bed, which was with difficulty extinguished, and where she fell the floor was actually on fire. No relief could be given her till her clothes were totally burnt off her back, when her whole body was left as if it had been broiled, or rather burnt on a gridiron.
Medical assistance was soon procured, but it was impossible for human art to afford the least relief; and in this dreadful state she lay till the next evening, and then expired.
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