The Sun.
London, England, 1830-04-09 00:00:00

COURAGE OF A YOUNG GIRL.

On Wednesday evening, between seven and eight
o'clock, a daring attempt at robbery, followed by the
commission of gross violence upon a young and de-
licate female, took place in the shop of Mr. Fox, a
hair-dresser in the Strand. His daughter, who is 16
years of age, and in rather precarious health, was
sitting alone in the parlour at the back of the shop,
when she heard a noise like the rattling of silver in
the shop. She went out immediately, and saw a
man on his knees behind the counter, with both his
hands in the till busily employed in emptying it of
its contents. She ran up to him, and seizing him
by his shoulders, called loudly for help. The thief,
seeing to whom he was opposed, endeavoured by a
jerk to loosen himself from her grasp, but she held
him fast, and the ruffian swore a desperate oath that
he would murder her if she did not let go her bold,
and at the same moment gave her a heavy blow with
ilis fist upon her face, which had nearly brought her
to the ground. Still, however, the courageous girl
kept her hold and redoubled her cries, until a shop-
man of her father's, named Unierhill, who happened
to be at the top of the house at the time, came down
to her assistance and seized the assailant, who made
another desperate effort to escape, but was prevented
until a police constable came in and handcuffed him.
On searching him seven half-crowns and other silver
were found in his pockets, and on examining the till,
a sovereign, seven half-crowns, and a few shillings.
were missing. The sovereign was not found. The
policeman took the robber to Bow-street, where be
gave his name Thomas Jones, and was recognized as
a well-known character. He was fully committed
to Newgate for trial for the robbery, Mr. Minshull
complimenting Miss Fox very highly upon the ex-
traordinary degree of courage she had displayed.

SHOCKING ACClDENT.—Yesterday, about
two o'clock, a grain store attached to Mr. JaussoN's
brewery, in Not th Anne-street, fell suddenly towards the
street, and we regret to state, killed a man named DANIEL
qA of Townsend-street, who was at work in one
lof g"E
the floors. Another of the men has been seriously, but
we believe not dangerously, injured, he is at present lying
in Richmond Hospital, where he was conveyed imme-
diately after the accident.—...Pub/in *lowing Register of
Tuesday.

POLICE INTELLIGINCE.

MANSION-HOUSE.

A notorious Jew pickpocket was brought before
the LORD MAYOR, charged with having exercised
his trade in Bishopsgate-street. He was seen slip-
ping a silk handkerchief from a gentleman's pocket.
He ran off, but was stopped in his gallop by a per-
son who flung an umbrella after him, and actually
tumbled him over head and heels in the mud. An
officer instantly took him into custody, and requested
that the gentleman who had been robbed would be
so good as to attend at the Mansion-house, the
prisoner being an old thief, against whom it was
necessary to defend the public. A hackney-coach-
man, however, who saw the robbery committed,
was more persuasive, and having said that the pro-
secution would be attended with a great deal of
trouble and expence, and that the poor young man
was to be pitied, he was so very poor, prevailed
upon the gentleman to go away and leave his pocket-
handkerchief behind him.

Mr. Hobler said that some of these hackney
coachmen possessed, at intervals uncommon sensi-
bility. They were, in fact, quite amiable when
they saw a poor thief detected, and showed a strong
propensity to " the forgiveness of injuries."
The LORD MAYOR agreed in this opinion of the
brothers of the whip, who were so often calumniated
as hard-hearted fellows. The gentleman who was
robbed had shown some sensibility too. His Lord-
ship asked whether there were any other witnesses.
The officer replied that the gentleman had a lady
with him at the time.

The LORD MAYOR—Very well. Can't we have
the lady's evidence here? This fellow ought not
to be allowed to escape, notwithstanding the sym-
pathy he has excited. He'll go to work again the
moment he's let go.
The officer feared the lady could not attend, for
she had unfortunately fainted.—(Laughter.)

The LORD MATOR—Dear me! What sensitive
people they all are.—(Laughter.)

Mr. Hobler—Yes; and-all on account of an ex-
perienced pickpocket, who would rob any one of
them the next minute.

One of the officers--Yes, Sir; all, except the
hackney-coachman.
His Lordship directed the officer to collect as
many as possible of the interesting persons who wit-
nessed the robbery, and expressed a particular wish
to be introduced to the hackney-coachman whose
advice had made so deep an impression. For the
sake of the unfortunate prisoner himself, it was ne-
cessary to proceed with the case.
Mr. nobler said, that many humane, but unre-
fleeting persons, allowed thieves, and old thieves
too, to escape, to have " another chance," as they
called it. This was a premium for robbery. Every
escape was a fresh source of triumph. The case of
a person new in crime, and still liable to the support
of friends, was quite different.
The prisoner was remanded for a few days.

One of the Alarshalmen informed the LORD
ALtYoR that a drunken gentleman was below stairs,
in the custody of a hackney-coachman, who drove
him to the Mansion-house on account of his refusing
to pay a three shilling fare.
Mr. Hobler asked whether the drunken gentleman
was so drunk as to be unfit to appear before his
Lordship ? The Marshalman said, " I think he may
be allowed—he is very well able to speak, and per-
fectly good humoured."
Mr. Hobler then desired that the hackney-coach-
man and his " tossicated customer" should be pro-
duced.

In about five minutes they appeared, and the con-
trast between them, as they stood at the bar, made
the spectators laugh heartily. The coachman was
a very fat fellow, with a fiery visage, and the cus-
tomer a thin, meagre, sallow faced man.
" Well," said the LORD MAYOR, " coachman,
what have you to say to the gentleman ?—" Vy,
your Lordship, I don't vish to say nothing if the
gemrnen will only pay me my fare. My reglar de-
mand is four shillings, but as the gentleman's a little
drunkish, I'll take three."—( Laughter.)
" Drunk I you rascal, you lie," said the gentleman.
The LORD MAYOR—Pray, Sir, what is your ob-
jection to pay this man ? He has devoted his
coach and horses and his time to you, and he ought
to be paid.
" Why you see, my Lord Mayor," said the gen-
tleman," I don't like to pay him, because 1 paid
him before. Did'nt I pay you, you scoundrel of a
jarvey ?"—The Coachman—He gave me a bob (a
shilling) your Vorship, but I'll tell you how it was.
I tuck him up, and gave him a shilling drive, and
he made me stop at a public-house, and he told me
to wait for him. So, my Lord, I vaited, and vaited,
and I told him that his wehicle bill was running up,
but he my eyes. At last the landlord would'ut
give him no more to drink, and so a'ter lushiug for
four hours, he gets in, and now he von't pay me
nothink."—( Laughter.)
The customer began to enter into a noisy argu-
ment with the coachman, when
'Tice LORD MAYOR told the former that if he did
not pay the demand, the expenses of the additional
time must be added, and he (the Lord Mayor) must
conclude him actually drunk, and fine him ss.
This intimation had a magical effect. The cus-
tomer instantly threw down the 35., and thanking
his Lordship, staggered out of the room.