The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser. — Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1855-08-14 00:00:00

1~~ /~ 1 1, 1855.] 11 114 R S C SUPP: „ 13 411,; ( i 4 Vit. London.: ;R. Cocks and Co. b' by J. E. Carpent er , the music cora- Vlort„Awin H. Prout. Th e wor d s are f ar rkiSti rg ' the general ru n • o f new songs, while Yly :tit, - though briefly expressed, will be V 4 1 , ` 413 •tireciated• The air is pleasing, and, 4, 4 „ the comp ass o f an or di nary vo i ce, a welcome addition to the store of Vki ttr '' i itest. London.: R. Cocks and. Co. tc t \ .but . pl eas i ng ,b a ll a d--the words by t t.l lit i4 e . e e l nd.....,say, suggested by the allegories bblAt°. W. Adams, and the music by his t4 e % i l s M. Lindsay, who seems to have Pirit o f the words in .the melodious N tk k t ltif \l 'hich. she has given them expression. ik till Y embellished with a coloured re le cs f a country church porch, and grave tZlt;t4:o 2V Zi• London : R. Cocks and Co. `lo ll ii . I dancinrr— though some would 4 4 (P t 4 e fast t approaching, .and pre ,otll*,l \ lt tlov eit course being made to gratify the tt Novil ill appropriate music. This is AleltNila by Alphonse Leduc, and Nye tleasih' No k Th,, ll d our young lady readers to h er 't; A t l will find it not only an admir. k it e ' Ti i Nd the piano -forte, but a most 4oe att,' 4 11 re to be a favourite every 'zif the dance are given, but the for its own beauty. 0 9) : r t 0 70ipe J'ef' iE ccit,,, A ? (l e , ......_ yeri e (4 Valse. London : R. Cocks ! ti t - for t : l of t , and Co. I tt f/ tili - 1 1 Wive waltzes, composed for the . N t i l „,°pe rtti °dor Oesten, .from the melodies t'lli:Q* o ,;;__ The selection comprises the Itti N a 2ti, Ws of Weber, Meyerbeer, Bel frititgtk..;m4t t. ,?tow, and Verdi. No. 2is a 'l l l le , 'lle from Flotow's opera of N ` e 18 nc doubt of its becoming a ,0 Pio Li° e 0 11 4 11 t 4 t o ° 4 - kA ' 7- 0 SAN ---b f ) - 1 ? AN OMN arzuv- ISTOI BUS. OK A PEI- M F r „ DUDLEY COSTELLO. I A IrOtil-aiellMan who had learnt scraps pP 1, t(1 111 h a b roken-down English jockey Ni' at London. At the Opera he Young lady who lives with ' 4 14 1 , % n ° " l4 Wood. Thither Auguste th' 4 4lo4' and on arriving in Regent e 41%4411 taking a 'bus. The follow -4 I: St e L t hen occurs : „ , 10gh la t 4 e turned the corner of Picea -I.'er h e te vehicle had just pulled-up, t th e , ad; 'natter with the reins, which tls elating . Nee4id ne ressemble guere a celui 1141,!te",etre, 4gste "Apparement, n'y 1 ,14 1, 11; c'est egal. Je vois le th e Ile Victoria avec sa couronne e e q)eaki 11 1 ` co and ng at the top of his voice, ucto r r)tftbie clansappeared to him to ns sa petite loge derri4e s ' ed e ve Auguste. Yo )3 11, . said the conductor, with a " Dat's de hj b ein 111)44„g essed with the notion that the 0 bossßegent-street must neces helle wanted, continued the col- kti t k to hiy downy N 11.114 full," repliedone." ed . the man, - whose filibdu ht~~ ,EIVIENT TO THE LIVERPOOL STAN '" Gammon !" returned Auguste. " Dat's all my eye ! I'm vide avake, I am. Open de door !' "Where was you goin' to ?" asked the con ductor. "But Auguste was far too knowing to tell his secret to the first question. He knew fast enough where he was going. " I shall tell you, my covie, oh, yes—over de left ! Come, look alive. I punch your head !" The conductor looked hard at Auguste ; sud denly a thought seemed to strike him. " Punch my head, will you! For a forriner, you've got plenty of London cheek. I'll just obleeg you." Whereupon he took a key out of the breast pocket of his coat, and opened the door. " Jump in, then ; since you're resolved to ride along of me, why you shall, that's all." In the twinkling of an eye Augugte leapt upon the step and entered the omnibus. " Stop a bit," said the conductor ; "we take such care of folks here that we gives everybody a seat to his-self." And, employing another key, he opened a sort of closet, and disclosed a separate compartment. " All right, my covie," remarked Auguste. " Vot's de damage ?" " 'Tain't no odds at present," was the reply, " Only you sit still." As he spoke he carefully closed the door, which shut with a spring lock, fastened the outer one with the same precaution, and resumed his seat, though not with his accus tomed gravity. In London anything attracts a crowd, and during the brief colloquy which I have described, twenty people had gathered on the pavement. " Was that Bobby arter now ?" exclaimed a gentleman who, though his dress was not in the first style of fashion, seemed to have some knowledge of London life. " Why this here's not reg'lar." " I'll tell you what it is," remarked another of the same school ; " the crusher has nabbed one of them reffigees : he's most probberly been a shootin' at the Emp'rer Nepoleum " " Oh, that's it, is it f returned the first. " Sarve him right then !" The crowd echoed this sentiment in a truly fraternal spirit, and in the midst of a general " hooray" the PRISON VAN moved off to the police-office, whither it was bound when first the attention of Auguste had been arrested by it. However comfortably situated the conductor of this carriage might be, it was not so with the company it conveyed. "Ah, diable !" exclaimed Auguste, striking his shins against the sharp edge of the wooden seat when the door was shut behind him. "Je me suis casse de jambe ! Sacredi ! II fait noir comme dans un four ! Ou done est le bane? Tiens ! mais c'est dur ! Oh, comme ga sent mauvais! Je vais sortir a l'instant ! Conduc teur ! Conducteur !" He groped about to find the handle of the door, but there was none, and, while vainly feel ing for it, the van went over an uneven bit of road, jerked his head . against the panel, made him bite his tongue half through, and set his nose bleeding. He shouted louder than ever, and kicked against the door with all his might, but no one came to his assistance. He then remained still for a few moments and listened. During the interval he heard a voice through the parti- ion on his right hand counsellinghim, in not ,he mildest terms, "to hold his jaw till he had somethin' to squeak for." This redoubled his rage, and he uttered many French maledictions, all of which escaped through the little air-hole in the roof, and, mingling with the breeze, did no one—but himself--:ani particular harm. While he was in fh . 6 midst of these f‘ tan- IARD. G 7 trums " the van arrived at its destination, and the police-conductor proceeded to liberate the several prisoners for examination. He reserved Auguste for the last, meaning, of course, to set him free altogether, now that he had had his joke, but destiny decreed it otherwise. The irritation of the young Frenchman was so great at the trick which he now- perceived had been played him, that no sooner was the door of his cell opened than, doubling his fists, he vindi cated his credit as a pupil' of Professor Slagg, by planting a " One—Two " in the countenance of the stooping conductor, which rolled that functionary head over heels into the street. Great was the commotion of the police outside who witnessed what they all took to be " a most unprowoked assault," and before Auguste bad time to bolt, which was the next. move he medi tated, he was safe in the grasp of two of the stur diest of the ministers of the law, who in a manner the very reverse of polite, hauled him ac ross th e pavement into the immediate presence of Mr. Dove, the presiding magistrate. An outrage on " The Force," within the Very precincts of justice, was a crime of so deep a dye, that it took precedence of all the night charges, and in a condition which woefully contrasted with his spruce appearance only'half an hour before— his coat dirtied and torn, his pink-and-green cravat twisted like a rope, and his shirt-front stained with the blood which still streamed from his nose—Auguste Boulanger was placed at the bar. A furious harangue, half French, half English, with which he immediately broke out, being with some difficulty silenced, he was charged with assaulting Policeman Henry Tipper, J. 120, in the execution of his duty. Now, as the latter part of the accusation was not strictly correct, Policeman Henry Tipper would rather have compounded for his black eye by saying nothing about the real cause for it, but the members of " The Force" who witnessed the pugnacity of Auguste were too indignant to hear of "such lukewarm-heartedness," so nothing was left for Mr. Tipper but to tell the best story he could. He began in medias res : " Which the prisoner, your worship, when I went for to take him out of the lock-up in the wan, flied at me like a tiger-cat without no man ner of warning, and knocked me right backerds into the street. " Had he committed any previous violence ?" asked Mr. Dove. " Only by langwidge, your worship, which his oaths was dreddfle to hear, and kickin' agin the cell door." " What for not ?" cried Auguste ; " yas, I try to kick him down. Who put me in the walking prison ? He shall catch it. "Be silent, prisoner," said the clerk of the court. ,‘ Oh, that is likely, old buffer, after so great an outrage." " Really," said the magistrate, " this prisoner's conduct is very extraordinary. What is the charge against him in the sheet ? Dunks,' _ _ _ vey,' o ( Brien," Stutters,' Mac Twig,'—these are all our own people. What is your name, sir." ".I call myself Auguste Boulanger. lam no muff. I know to use my mauleys." "So it seems—and you will soon have to use something else, I think. Stay, I don't see the , prisoner's name on the list. How is this ?" " His case was took too late, sir," said Police man Tipper. " Too late ! What ! A return made up with.. out the names of all the prisoners and the charges against them ! Superintendent Darby never did this before. Send for him directly." That officer had, however, just entered the court, and on being questioned by Mr. Dove, de-