The Sun.
London, England, 1864-03-29 00:00:00

THAMES.

A MOST ARTFUL YOUNG TBlFF.—Amolia Bull, a vsry
wicked girl, about 13 years of age, was brought before Mr.
Paget, charged with stealing two half-crowns from a
woman named Eliz tbeth Carrs, the wife of William Carrs,
of No. 7, George-street, Limehouse.

The prosecutor was at a shop in Market-street, Stepney,
on Saturday night last, making some purchases. The pri-
soner was standing close to her on the right side, and was
bargaining with the shopkeeper for a chemise. When Mrs.
Carrs reached home she missed two half-crowns from her
purse. The woman was astounded. She had not missed
her purse in the shop, nor had she felt any
hand in her pocket. There was some other silver
in her purse which was not touched. The prisoner
would most probably have remained undiscovered if she
had not boasted to some of her girlish acquaintances that
she had taken a purse out of a lady's pocket in a haber-
dasher's shop on Saturday night, stolen ss. from it, and
returned it to the lady's pocket again without her discover-
ing her loss. The prisoner's boastings came to the know •
ledge of Mr. and Mrs. Carrs, and they gave information to
the police. The prisoner was arrested last night by Wm.
Paple, a police-constable, No. 288 K, at the house of her
parents, in White Horse-street, Stepney. She admitted
having stolen the two half-crowns, and said she had spent
2s. of the money and returned 3s. to the constable.
The constable sail the prisoner was a most dexterous
young thief, and repeated complaints had been made at the
station by people who had been robbed by her, but who did
not like to prosecute her on account of her tender years.
She robbed her father sometime ago of two sovereigns, and
was brought before Mr Woolrych, who admonished her,
and, at the solicitation of her father, discharged her. She
then made the most solemn promises of amendment, but
she had committed many robberies since.
The prisoner—Please your worship, if you will let me go
I wilt not do so any more.

Mr. Paget said, unfortunately the prisoners promises
were worth nothing. She was a dangerous girl, and too
artful in wickedness to be at large. He would consider
what was to be done with her. At present she would be
remanded for a week.

THE REPUBLICAN NERO FIDDLING WHILE
ROME BURNS.—" What cares old Abe !" (exclaims
Manhattan), he jokes and laughs as hearty as ever. At
his reception one evening last week in the White House
the negroes were as thick as blackberries in Jersey. Among
them was a coloured barber named Burke ; he was an ap-
plicant for an office in the New York Custom-house. The
President requested him to call and take breakfast with
him the next morning. Burke did so. Atter the meal,
when they were alone, the President slapped him upon his
knee in a friendly manner, and said, Burke, you want an
office. I can't give you one, but I will tell you what I will
do. I will tell you a story. Once upon a time King Solo-
mon, or his papa King David, or some other old buster of
a King in Easter climes, kept an astrologer named Smith.
The astrologer used to tell the King when it was going to
rain and when it was not, and for this he got the tallest
kind of pay and good keeping. One day the King was
going too bunt buffaloes on the Eastern prairies, and says
he Smith,' What kind of a day will it be ? Will it be safe
for my complexion to go out I" Heaven preserve your
Majesty,' said Smith it will be a splendid day. It will
not rain for a day or a month to come.' So the King went
on his way to the buffalo pastures. On his way he met
a country fellow riding on a jackass, who said to
the King, Turn about, your Majesty, it you don't want to
get wet, for its going to rain like pitchforks.' I know
better,' replied the King, I keep a private astrologer, and
he says it won't rain.' The King kept on, but presently
it began to rain a young deluge. This is really delight-
ful,' said the King, as ho hurried back to town to his palace,
wet through to tho skin, and Loking more like a half-
drowned rat than a decent King. Smith, what do you
mean ?' said the King to the astrologer. The stars and
things said it would not rain,' said poor Smith. Vacate,'
said the King, and he sent for the man who rode the ass.
What is your name ?' he asked, and how did you know
it was going to role ?" My name is Johns. n, and I knew
it was going to rain because my jackass lowers his ears
whenever it is going to rain.' So the King ordered his
Billy Seward secretary to make out the papers appointing
the jackass to the vacated office; and, Burke, ever since
that day all the Jackasses of the country think they have
equal claims to get office, and I am bothered to death with
them. I don't want you to be regarded as a Jackass, and
so I won't appoint you." If the leader of the American
Christy Minstrels, now in England, wishes to use the above,
and calls "Bones" to narrate it as the last coloured juke of
Old Abe, he can do so, and I will make no charge.
COLLISION AND Loss OF LlFF,.—Three lives have
been leet by a collision in Redwharf Bay. The
unfortunate men were part of the crew of the schooner
Britannia, of Carmarthen, Captain Rouse, bound to Port
Madoc, with China clay. It appears the Britannia was at
anchor, when an American schooner ran into her, and she
immediately foundered, the three men going down in her.
The captain, niate, and a boy were saved. Tho other vessel
passed on without taking any notice of the cries of the un-
fortunate crew of the sunken ship.