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

THAMES.

A MOST ARTFUL YOUNG TEIFF.--Amelia Bull, a very
wicked girl, about 13 years of age, was brought Mere Mr.
Paget, charged with stealing two half-crowns from a
woman named Elizabeth 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 spen t
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 will not do so any more.
Mr. Paget said, unfortunately the prisoner's promises
were worth nothing. She was a dangerous girl, and too
artful in wickedness to be at large. Ile would consider
what was to be done with her. At present she would be
remanded for a week.

THE REPUBLICAN NEItO FIDDLING WHILE
ROME BURNS.—" What cares old Abe!" (exclaims
Manhattan), he jokes and laughs as hevty as ever. At
his reception one evening last week in the White House
the negroes were as thic'x is blackberries in Jersey. Among
them was a coloured barber named Burke ; he was an ap-

plicant for an office in the New York Customhouse. The
President requested him to call and take breakfast with
him the next morning. Burke did so. After 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 toll the King when it was going to
rain and when it was not, and for this he got the tallest
Mad of pay and good keeping. One day the King was
going too hunt 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 1 '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, if 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 he hurried back to town to his palace,
wet through to the 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 rain?' My name is Johnson, 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 joke of
Old Abe, he can do so, and I will make no charge,
THE NEW HIGHWAY ACT.—The Act 24 and 25

Vic., cap. 51, having been applied to 56 parishes,
embracing 300 miles of road in the West Riding petty ses-
sional district of Doncaster, the first meeting of the magis-
trates and waywardens of the district was held in the Town
Hall, Doncaster, to take the preliminary steps for carrying
out the measure. Sir Charles Wood, M.P., occupied the
chair. Mr. W. B. Wrightson, M.P., was elected permanent
chairman. Mr. Childers and Mr. Mellowes, of High Mel-
ton, were each proposed for the office of vice chairman, but
the latter was selected by 31 votes to 34. For the office of
clerk, the salary of which was fixed by the meeting at £35
per year, there were two candidates, Mr. F. E. Watkinson,
of Sheffield, and Sir. C. E. Palmer, solicitor, Doncaster.
The votes were taken, when there appeared for Mr. Wat-
kinson, 27; for Mr. Palmer, 34. Mr. Palmer was therefore
declared elected. It was decided to postpone the appoint-
ment of surveyor until April 16, but the salary was fixed at
LZOO per annum.

COLLISION AND Loss OF LlFE.—Three lives have
been lost by a collision in ltedwharf 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, mate, and a boy were saved. The other vessel
passed on without taking any notice of the cries of the un-
fortunate crew of the sunken ship.