The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1825-01-03 00:00:00

BIARY.LA.BONNE OFFICE.

Saturday, Nr. Bernard, a coachmaker, of Bond-street, com-
plained of a fraud that had been practised upon him by the servant
of Captain Bridgman. It appeared that Mr. Bernard had been It
the habit of supplying Captain Bridgman, who is now in Tnlee,
in Ireland, with carriages, ite. Mr. Bernard was waited on a
short time since by Captain Bridgman's servant, who had on other
occasions received the vehicles, and he represented to Mr. Bernard,
that the Captain was in want of a Stanhope and harness ; they
were immediately delivered to him, and the servant, instead of con-
veying them to the Captain's premises, took them to Mr. Elmore's
stables in John-street, Edgeware-road. Derby, the head hostler,
regularly entered them in his book and received the money for
the time the Stanhope stood there; he wu also upon very friendly
terms with the savant, whom he had inown four years, and when
the servant took away the Stanhope he paid Derby a sovereign,
which he bad borrowed of him. The servant sold the Stanhope
and harness to a Mr. Jacobs, of the Horseferry-road, Westminster,
for nineteen pounds, and he sold it to the proptietor of the Hone
Bazaar, where it was discovered by Mr. Bernard.
Mr. Jacobs did not appear ; but Derby, the hostler, came to the
office, and he denied all knowledge of the fraud ; he could not in.
form the Magistrate where the servant had gone to.
Mr. Raw ztweow war of opinion that Derby could find the man,
if he thought proper ; and he informed him, that he would hear
more of the ease if he did not further the ends of justice by pro.
during him.
The matter was ordered to stand over until Wednesday next.

MURDER OF MR. HUNT,
THE LATE HIOH•6HEKIFF OF NoRTHAMPTOESHIRE, AED

HIS L•DY.

Intelligence of this melancholy—horrible event—has
been received by the family of Mr. Hunt. It was com-
municated by Sir Henry Lushington, our Ambassador at
Naples ; and the letter happily reached its destination, ere
the dreadful news had found its way into the public prints.
The youth and amiable disposition of the party, the sud-
denness of their death, and the manner of it too, perhaps
render it the most piteous case of modern occurrence. We
need not add how deep is the misery and affliction of their
mutual families.
Sia—Understanding that you are a particular friend of Mr.
Welch Hunt. I take the liberty of addressing you, in the hope
that you will be able to communicate to his family the sad and
shocking events it is my painful lot to relate, before they can get
into the public papers.
On Friday last, the 3d of December, as Mr. and Mrs. Hunt
were returning from visiting the Temples at Pcestum, only half a
mile from that village, and in the middle of the day, they were
attacked by six brigands ; Mr. Hunt gave his puree, but one of the
brigands was not satisfied with the contents, and said, " if you do
not give me more money I will shoot you." Mr. Hunt said,
" you dare not;" when, horrid to relate, the barbarian and another
of the gang fired into the carriage—both balls took effect—the one
entering the body of Mr. Hunt, and the other of his innocent wife.
The brigands immediately made off, and the carriage returned to
Pm.tum. Mr. Hunt lived about five hours after be was wounded,
and his poor wife died on Sunday evening.
lam, Sir, ace.
Naples, Dee. 7, 1824. H. LUSH INGTON.