The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1825-10-04 00:00:00

MARLBOROUGH-STREET.

Yesterday that unfortunate woman, Mary Ana Pearce, better
known at the Police Offices of the metropolis under the as-
sumed title of Lady Barrymorc, was, in all probability for the last
time, brought before a Bench of Magistrates She was conveyed
to this office In a couch from St. Giles 's Vatchhouse, and placed at
the bar, on the charge of one of the beadles of that parish, who
stated, that as he was passing, at a late hour the night before,
through Drury-lane, he heard the moaning of a female, and ap-
proaching the spot, he found the wretched being stretched out at
the comer of a street, without shoe or stocking, gown or cap, and
almost in a state of total insensibility, front the combined effects of
intoxication and debility, but rather more of the latter than the
former; she was quite unable to move, or to walk to the watch.
house, and he took her thither in a coach, to shelter her for the
night. She offered no resistance whatever, nor was she capable of
doing so, and during the night she was dreadfully ill, and indeed
they imagined dangerously so. The clothes she had on at present
were supplied to her at the watchhouse, as she was nearly naked
when found.

Mr. Roc, the Magistrate, asked no questions of the poor
creature, and if he had, it is doubtful whether she would have had
the strength to answer, but ordered her to be conveyed forthwith,
in a coach, to the Infirmary of the House of Correction, and there
to have every at,ention necessary paid to her. She could scarcely
support herself at the bar ; she uttered not a syllable, and
scarcely seemed to breathe; her face assumed the hue of death—
her eyes were glazed and sunken—her cheeks fallen—and her mouth
half open, and it was with difficulty she inhaled a breath of vital
air. In short, she was an awfully living image of death itself:
Police.officers, beadles, and parish constables, whom her mighty
arm had so often levelled with the dust, now approached her undis.
mayed. No longer were they astounded by the thunder of her
voice, or driven into a corner by fear, to escape her vengeance—the
once unconquerable Mary Ann Pearce could no longer harm them;
her arm was nerveless, her strength gonebut not to mortal foe had
she yielded.
" That spirit is broken which never would bend !"
Broken by her own unceasing efforts to destroy it and the flue form
which it inhabited. She is now, we verily believe, fast sinking to
her grove—the wretched and miserable victim of her own tango.
vernalale passion for riot, intoxication, and vice—not tile vice of
dishonesty, for the unhappy creature, we believe, has never been
charged with it—but the ruinous vice of unrestrained profligacy.
Those who saw this pax being yesterday, and who had seen her
before, could not help feeling fur her, in her apparently last stage
of existence : even her greatest enemies, or rather opponents, the
parish constables, forgot all her offences in their pity for her situa.
tion. She was lifted by four men into a coach, which, according
to the Al agistrate's directions, was ordered to drive at an easy pace
to the Infirmary.

CAUTION TO LICF.NSED VICTUALLER/L-0D Thursday,
between ten and eleven o'clock at night, a genteel man,
dressed in a brown surtout coat, drab-coloured duck trou-
sers, black waistcoat, low-crowned hat with bread brim,
stout made, about 5 feet 7 inches high, apparently 33 years
of age, having sandy whiskers, and a bundle tied up in a
handkerchief, applied at the bar of Mr. Banks, of the Blue
Posts, in the Haymarket, for a bed ; he was informed he
could have one. He then went into the tap-room, took
some bread and diem, drank a glass of ■lc, paid his
reckoning and bed, and retired to rest about eleven o'clock.
After the servants of the house had risen on the following
morning; lie found hit way into the waiter's bed-room,
took his best cloth trousers and waistcoat, with Is. worth
of halfpence in the pocket ; from thence he proceeded to
the females' apartments, took a handsome lace shawl, a lace
cap, and a pair of silk stockings, and retreated to his own
chamber, where lie packed up the above articles, together
with the white counterpane off the bed in which he had
slept, and about eight o'clock quietly walked down, met
the chambermaid on the stairs, smiled, and wished her
good morning. She did not observe the difference in the
size of the bundle which he brought with him at night and
the one be took away with him in the morning, and the
gentleman gut clear o It was afterwards ascertained that
the contents of the bundle which he brought with him was
made up of hay, which he had put up the chimney.
SUDDEN De ATR.—On Wednesday se'nnight Mr. Joseph
Norway, solicitor, of St. Columb, rode into Truro about
noon, in his usual state of health, and called on 11. IVil-
!yarns, Esq. of Lemon-street, where he staid to dinner. He
complained of an affection in his head, ate but little, and,
soon after the cloth was removed, raising his hand towards
his head, he said, "I am very ill," and fell front his chair
iu a fit of apoplexy. Medical assistance was instantly pro-
cured, and every means adopted that could restore the un-
fortunate gentleman, but in vain. He expired in about two
hours after the attack,—Plymouth Asper.