(unknown) Turner married (unknown), offspring include:
Mr. Turner died (unknown date/place) and his widow, Mrs Turner then met (unknown) Marsh, son of (unknown). Mr. Marsh and Mrs. Turner before they were able to be married had 3 children:
Mr. Marsh and Mrs. (now) Marsh, after they were married had 3 children:
Philadelphia Marsh born 27-Jan-1879 in Brighton, Sussex, died 10-Jan-1954 in Eastbourne, East Sussex. Married William Harris at St. Peter's Church, Brighton in 1906. William Harris born 1877 in Hastings, England, died 1911 Thames River. Offspring include:
Philadelphia Harris (nee Marsh) married James Osbourne Short 03-Feb-1919. They had 2 children:
Bonny Kate Harvey - English music hall serio-comic singer
From The Era, London, Sunday, 23-Nov-1879, p.4a: ‘Mr. Fred. Fordham sang a song with the chorus ”I tickled her and she tickled me,” … He was succeeded by Miss Kate Harvey, who deserves to be reckoned one of the brightest and best of the newest serio-comic ladies. Her appearance is very pleasing. She has a comely face and a good figure. Her dresses are excellent. She sings well, and her manner is free and vivacious, without being rough. ”Down in the lane by the old toll gate” was her first essay. In her second she sang of many things she would rather be than ”An old man’s darling.” Thirdly, she was a girl in a pinafore – say, a minx of sixteen – singing ”It might have been naughty, but you have all done the same.” In response to warm and prolonged applause, Miss Harvey came on a fourth time, and sang of ”A Bonnie Boy in Blue.” She is evidently a favourite.’
From the London Standard, 18-Aug-1886, p.1: PARAGON THEATRE of VARIETIES - Mile-end-road, E.- To-Night and Every Evening, Mr. Charles Godfrey, the Star of all Comic Stars, the Ouzelias on the Triple Bars, the Two Merry Macs, Kate Paradise and her Troupe of charming Lady Vocalists and Dancers; the Torikata Troupe of Male and Female Japanese, Henderson and Stanley's Black and White Quartette, Walter Munroe, Alice Leamer, Katie Lawrence, Bonny Kate Harvey, &c. Commence at 7:30. Admission from 6d. to 1l.1s. Telephone 5342.
From South Wales Daily News, 05-Apr-1892, p.7: THE EMPIRE. The mid-summer-like weather which prevailed on Monday night did not adversely affect the attendances at the Empire, which had its customary crowded audiences at both per- formances. The programme is as diversified as ever, and as attractive. 'Bonny Kate Harvey' met with a bearty reception after her recent sojourn in the States Rezene and Robini, the daringly eccentric trapeze humourists of the Grand lTieatre pantomime, once more convulsed the house by their grotesque and side-splitting antics; Marinelli, the 'man snake', is a wonder- ful contortionist; the Sisters Crossley are smart skirt dancers; Pat Bergin dances, in wonderful fashion, on one leg Marie Coleridge, a soprano of much power, singa with acceptance; and the One Mac gives a knock-about performance in which agility is the main characteristic. It will thus be seen that the programme is one of infinite variety.
From The Cambrian, 22-Nov-1889, p.5: Pavilion Theatre of Varieties, HIGH STREET. Proprietors THE SWANSEA PAVILION (Lim.) Manager and Secretary... MR. FRED. S. PARKER. MONDAY, NOV. 25th and Every Evening During the Week. ARTISTES - BONNY KATE HARVEY The Simple Country Maid. MR. LEGGETT TABRA, Comedian, Clown and Dancer. MISS ANNIE STERNE Burlesque Actress and Dancer. MB. CHARLES CLIFFORD, Vocalist and Solo Harpist. Miss MAUD D'ALMAINE, Ballad Vocalist and Solo Violinist. Mr. J. P. DANE, Character Comedian and Dancer. MR. TED GODFREY and Miss ROSE GOWER, Duettists and Dancers. DOORS will be open at 7.15; to commence at 7.45 p.m. - Prices of Admission - Private Boxes (to hold 4), 10s. 6d. Single Seats, 3s. Half-price (at 9), 2s. Balcony and pit stalls, 2s. Pit and Balcony, Is. Gallery, 6d. Half-price at 9 o'clock. - Balcony and pit stalls, Is. Pit and Promenade, 6d. Wines, Spirits, and Ales of the finest qualities only supplied at this Establishment.
Alice Marsh: An Unfortunate Ending
Excerpted from Dr. Thomas Neill Cream by Joseph Geringer, with permission from Crime Library
Chapter 5 - "A Beauty, Bane and Blackmail"
Late on April 11, 1892, Cream followed Alice Marsh and Emma Shrivell, a pair he had just met loitering in St. George's Circus off the dreary pavements of Stamford Street. Outside, a tug boat moaned as it crept down the Thames, rippling the dark waters, causing a succession of waves to slosh along the wooden pilings that paralleled Stamford. Ascending the squeaking steps of Number 118, the trio reached the landing where a hallway led to the girls' separate rooms. Key inserted, they stopped into Alice's flat, whiffing a strong surge of gas as she lit the jet beside the door. The cramped cubicle of a parlor took on a ruddy glow.
Cream grinned. Of course, they credited the bloke's good humour to his expectations of what was to come, alone with two young nubile women - Alice was twenty-one, Emma was eighteen - in the inviting solitude of the apartment. They promised to drink with him, perhaps do more with him, then - and this was why he grinned - maybe sample one of his cute little pills that he carried in his polished leather Gladstone bag. The pills, he told them, prevented "the disease" so rampant and feared among the girls' profession.
They watched the man as he set the bag on the divan, so pedantically, a cute topper he, soft-spoken and even a little bit shy. Alice, in particular, felt sorry for this Dr. Neill, lonely, just come from America to work at St. Thomas, and still without friends in the city. They whispered and together decided to give the poor blighter some feminine fondling tonight.
"But we haf'ta be quoy'et like mice, so's we don' wyke up the oul' biddy lan'lord' Missus Vogt downstairs, "was Alice's only request. "She thinks we're actresses in town! Wouldn't she be s'rproised!" And she dropped her blouse to the floor, revealing a curved torso of white frilly puffs and laces. She tossed a let's-give-the-doc-a-real-show kind of wink to her friend.
The carousing over, they invited the trooper to partake of some malt beer and canned salmon that Alice had stored in her pantry. "On one condition, that you let me reward you with a gift," he answered, unlatching his satchel. "You will find them more precious than money." He motioned to the Queen's banknotes he flung on the tabletop beside the opened, foaming brown bottles of Guinness. "Let me be your personal doctor for the evening."
"Why not?" Emma chuckled. "You were a mite good patient of ours a few moments ago!"
Alice howled after her friend's wit and added, "Ver'ly, wasn't 'e now?"
Dr. Neill, their friend, threw open his case with the delight of an Irishman uncovering a leprechaun's pot of gold. The women marvelled at the sight of little bottles tucked into little pockets inside the pouches; square bottles, rounded bottles, corked bottles, capped bottles, green bottles, and blue, and black, and white; ceramic bottles and glass bottles. Some had labels with odd words and strange equations, some were numbered with tape; others said elixir-this or elixir-that, others were bare. From one of the latter, Cream spilled six gelatin-covered white pills into his palm, handing each of the women three. "Take these before retiring," he told them. "I will give you more next time we meet."
"Are you sure these work?" Emma asked.
"Oh, you can count on it," he nodded. "Like nothing you've ever tried before."
It was the bewitching hour, about 2 a.m., when the doctor left number 118 Stamford. Outside, he muttered a ga'evening to the local bobby, Officer Comley, who tapped his helmet in return. Each man went his separate direction along the Thames. Inside the home, all was quiet...
... Until about 2:30 a.m. The landlady, Mrs. Charlotte Vogt, awakened, half-conscious of a whimpering upstairs where her boarders lived. This was soon followed by groaning, then a terrible rhythm of screams attended by a horrendous banging noise. Mrs. Vogt stirred her husband and they both scrambled from bed and fumbled in the dark for their robes.
At the top of the stairwell the couple found Alice Marsh trembling on the hallway carpet, her body an amoeba, jerking in spasmodic gestures; her hands grappled at nothing above her open moth as if trying to catch air in her fists to plunge down her gullet. Unable to swallow, she spat up bile. From inside Emma Shrivell's room, a banging continued. When Mr. Vogt broke in, he saw the younger girl enduring the same grotesque attacks, threshing in poses he didn't think the human body capable of. One foot slammed the wall as she, like her friend, groped for oxygen.
The Vogts fetched a policeman who, in turn, wired for an emergency wagon, but by the time it delivered the women to St. Thomas they were dead.
At first ptomaine was suspected, but that was quickly ruled out. An autopsy uncovered deadly doses of strychnine in both victims. The murders mirrored that of the "Lambeth Mystery" girl, Ellen Donworth six months earlier.
Scotland Yard took note. It believed it had a poisoner wandering the streets of Lambeth.
If you want to read more... I would recommend picking up a copy of 'A Prescription for Murder: The Victorian Serial Killings of Dr. Thomas Neill Cream' by Angus McLaren. You can find used copies online, or you may find the title in your local library.