The Express.
London, England, 1858-08-31 00:00:00

THE POLICE COURT&

IJan. MANSION-11017t3R.
Mary , a smell, abarp-loolung Iriatetemn, who
lad dr was " a taike by trade" and who had a very man
Pala, mom but gocd-bnaoared child in bar moo, was
=C Wore the lard Mayor with having aessalted Mn.
Josephs, a Dutch Jewess,. The muplaiaant nada
lee "pomace, supported by two strong young meta, who
VIPS ovidettly of the russ:rellskats persuasion ; and nal
emiett to be able to stand, wa. placed tenderly in a chat la
rs wilasonbox to girt an aroma of the traneaetion.
The esuighdnest, is a vole. scarcely audible said that lb*
atiMawit whd she tired In Sawarailme, Leadeaheikitreet,
Itadtheit so as wlts goiag towards her house with some poll-
' awailtlith abe had just bought, the defeatist suddenly came
behind bor, sad without utter* a word save her a whoa
Misk• Ilett tram, which knocked her gal, and then kicked her
vieloedy la the nbe. " had, oh toy Lord," said the ma,-*him; with up:ited heads, "I doss think vn ern get
1 over it."

A yowrid woe. who sa,d that his woe sow of the complais-
ant, asid—"l sow It All, lay lord. Mrs. Leaks walked tap to

my mother, sad struck hoe with the d A Iron, and kkked her
is the ribs.

The Lord Meyoe—But wee there no quarrel between
them ?

Witaium—l didn't beer a word.
TIM prisons?,
_who elLibitsd much impatience, said—Oh,
Somiship, thwe's not a word of truth in what they say.
äresphe is always kicking up rows with somebody, and
she is for weir at me. It's only a few days ago she pitched a
jag full of water at see, with my child in my arms, and I
warded it off the baby by holding up my hand, end it
was ant with the jug, and oa Saturday last she flew at me,
(might me by the hair of my head, pulled out a heedful,
and then bolted off milord as she could.
The Lord Mayor—Do not be so violent. Have you wil-
-1 DEIS= for the defame?
Defendant—Why, my lord, I can bring forward my hair,
and the jug, and plmty of other witnesses. (Laughter.)
The Lord Mayor—Bat, my good woman, that has nothing
to do with the present charge. Why did you strike her with
the flat iron f _ _ _ _ . _

itafendZi--Nvver with the flat iron. It's true I pv6 her
a punch in the neck, but not before she called sr a
Insh now sad an Irish sow, and that was more time I mold
stand, bat I mem wee such a fool as to hit her with a flat
iron ; beekliss, I bed this child in my arms.
Hen the dsliendeat held up the poor pale child and bared
its HMIs arms, which looked as if they had Wm borrowed
from be body of • doll, and wagged about, while the little
creature isoghed se if it usderstood all that was going for•
ward. _ _ _

The Lord Mayor (to the polimema)—Do you know any-
thing of these ireareele which are so frequently occurring ?
raceme (631)—ley laid yin' have no idea of the rows
them Oes piety is se bad as the other. The coart Is en-
*sly inlishiM by Irish workpeople end German Jews, end
=min mil Wig, day after day, they do cctbbsg at all but
Eirand ight with on. another. They dolt appear to
tims to do anything else. (Laughter.)
The witness for the complainant—Oh my lord, we
sew quarrels with the Irish. We often quanele with one
another but we never have no rows with the Christiana.
(Great zehtee.)
The Mayor—Wall, the Christians have no reason to
quarrel with you for that. (Laughter.) But, defendant, if
they do ail you bed names that is no exams for using des-
perate weapon,.
Defendant—livery time they call me a was that doesn't
belong to me, my lord, l'U give them a mark. I'll de It.
Upon my soul, I will.
The Lad Meyer—Thor I must said you I. gales, se yea
will be Wise to the Old Bailey for something wane eae at
thsr
Del=t—Every USW they my anything to me I'll give
them sorestbing to remember ma.
Here the de indent dandled her IltiL one, who appeared to
be In a Mato of moot joyous iscitagnest, aad was reedy to
bambini/no the arum se anybody from one shoulder to the
other.

Tb; deladant—l[7 lord, all I west Ia oblates. (Roan
at laughter.)
The Lord Mayor—But, Mrs. Leader, U yea can't lie
quietly here, why don't you gt back to Hiked
Defendant—Go back to Ireland, my lord I Why dadt
those rascally Jews go beak to the place whines they mad f
I'm mare Dither you nor no wants them laws. (Laughter )
Now thirds that Jew there that mite sewer qmtrrelled
with a Christian. Why, this mere at 7 detach he tow
sr is the east, and ogled me ,aI cat I wish I maid
haw pt at bin, I'd have showed hiss that an Irish cat had
The started up from the chair, with which, In
bar aeadition, she bad been socommodatal and
Nail is an sassy& vales, " My Lord, she's always a poking
at semakedy slam, esd "
The Lard Mayer—Oh, Mrs. Josephs, I ass glad to is
Uri Wave stosemeed es nicely. You feet to be a great
"As ses;pl=rigraed edent this bees te era spas
meeteller, awl hie Waft see Wept le ptve timeliest.
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