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London, England, 1822-12-09 00:00:00

POLICIL,', • •

MANSION-HOUSE.
CHARGE OP VIOLATION.

A warrant was promoted by inalliklitUMlOntemgainst Mon.
'icor Francois Tlioury, perfumer, of Laurence Pountney.
lane, upon bee representation, barked by the opinion of •
medical man, that the Frenchman had violated her permit iu
the forenoon of Wednesday last, in his shop, under very ag-
gravated eiressostances.
It was listed to the course of the application for legal
• that the Complainant had gone to the shop of the Pri-
soner at the rimiest of • female friend, fur a few small bot-
tles of oil for the hair, and that even in that shop, bele. en
eleven sod one o'clock, he proceeded to take those libertos
which are generally supproied to be the precursor of the
shuck moat fatal to the repose of woman. So terrible was
the effect •pen the feelings of the I our girl, who swore that
her assailant had stopped her mouth with her own hands.
that she was neither, in the progress to her ruin, nor after
its completion, at •Il capable of alarming the neighbours,
some of whom were in the very next room, and would, fie
doubt, if any notice had been gime, have presented an im-
pediment to the vile triumph of the perfumer. •
Mies Simpson was accompeuted by her mother, es well as
by the invitee' gentleman, at the Justice-roots, and Sir
Olaidiors Hunter, who sat for the Lord Mayor, without he-
sitation granted the warrant, being of opinion that the
Clint WWI el' aloft desperate nature that required the moat
Pericles tad peremptory Investigation. After having r
roared Mecum& the auffeier, by a promise of all the re-
' parttien 'fie taws of the country would allow, as well as by
• the comfortable assurance that no moral stain was hard
upon her character, Sir C. Hunter ordered Harrison, the
msrshalman, to pat the warrant in execution, and bring
i the offender forward to answer for his conduct. The com-
i plainaht waited in great agitation for • considerabie time
in the justice-room, bad Hari ison returned nitti infoineation,
:to Sir C, Hunter, that the perfumer was not to lie found,
and that his wife, a very amiable young woman, to whom
tit had beam but a abort time married, was in the rirepe-t
silliction at the charge, which, however, she, for very good
dreams, believed yeas Intapnble of Wenn adnitsatiaied.
Upou besting this doubt thrown opoie the tosreciams of
her deprivation. Miss Simpson raised her eyes towards heaven,
end stated in 'Oh !" by way of appeal to Hiss " whir
krill the depths of all !mitts!' Pie C. 'Hooter told her
lb tie composed, and to rely upon Ilse activity of the police
amid the Inclination of the Lard Mayor to do her juitice.
This case was then orcessailly postponed to the nest day,
sod then the Lord Mayor, who had in the Interim learoial
from his brother Alderman the beads of the charge, ersh raid
that the perfumer, upon whom Harrison had • few hums
before exatuird the warrant Snider rather extraordinary cur.
cumstaarsa, should be bro.& before wan.
.fraik'briVoney was then put to the bar, but to the gar-
prtse' oft Lord Mayor no promeutrix appranal. His
Lordship, whet map-chid some " tout play," desired that
the injured girYshould be searched out, and di,t the eourae
pf justice thoold not be impeded by the stingier of any one
whose evieknee was likely to sser4v**, Sr *often the /lois',
features of the "cessation. At, officer soon refereed, 'ceding
in Missidlimpurn i 6 tsars. She everted bin fade from
Prillitser at the bar, sad open being salted %briber she lad
day complaint to make against hint, he'll* u Alas ? float,
He is the trillia as duet the lent.";'
, The Lord Mayor—Yoe feria lint Wood fame of Abe
worst Medley/weds you, sisiekainlinnere Imo. cossets' 044
your part
Miss Simplan-.C.owseia ab no, loom. NVbat ' I vie.
mot to such • thing? so, sa, . Sot be has a utte nest
',boldly, and I sbeekle't like in bang him.
.• • • Ilia Ldrd Mayer—lonikeetaied yon were 91111 r determined.
10 proaceste wheal you drat cams here. What bps kit
.I"sisliki that tatrwilon?
Mess Simpson—lf I go *a he'll certainly be haoged, for
illifledsters ire ar done the had ; be dent deny it.
• line-Loni Mayor—let! then you have seen his stone.
-Vibe,* dolt you see him?
Miss Simpson—He came to vity lodgings last night, mid
Inanirersed with me, and 1 said I would sot go say ate
against him.
The Lord Mayor—And at what fats did he catmint* his
visit to yon ?
Nees Simpson—He weet•itatalls lir otersisg. 6
The Lord Mayor—la the eaeradag ? Nhy stbliersaid he
sleep? • to& . •
Mita Simpson--Why he slept is my room. 0011 11•110.1

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