The Sun.
London, England, 1837-04-28 00:00:00

PARIS POLICE.

Yesterday, at full noon, two officers of police seeing, on
the Quay Pelletier, a man named Jacquet, suspecte of
hav'ng indulged in sundry appropriations of other persons'
property, attempted to seize and bring Lim to the Prefec-
ture. Jacquet, however, resisted stoutly, and it was not
until he tore to pieces the coats and waistcoats of the offi-
cers, that they were able to overpower him. Several per-
sons hearing he was in custody, came to the office to lodge
complaints, and this morning the accused figured at the bar.
The moment he appeared, numerous voices cried out,
" Where's my coat ?"—" Where's my surtout ?"—" Where's
my cravat?"—" What have you done with mypantaloons?"
—" Oh, my new blue coat Oh, my charming trowsers
" •ce, gentlemerl" said M. Jacquet.
" Silence I" said the officer of the Court.
" Give me my coat," exclaimed a little tailor of the Fau-
bourg S . Antoine—" give me my coat, and go tl the Table.
I was to be married last Vv'ednesday," continued the little
tailor, addressipg the Bench, " but this vagrant contrived to
steal the new coat I had finished for the wedding, and I
teas married in my shirt sleeves.'
" Serve you right," exclaimed M. Jacquet.
" Where arc my pantaloons," interrupted a shoemaker.
" Were are you going to be married; alsio" cried M.
Jacquet. •
" Silence, Sir," said the officer of-the Court.
" No, I 'was not going to be married," replied the shoe-
maker ; I have not come to that yet. I hope, Sir," turn-
ing to the Bench, " that a man may he a bachelor, mid wear
his own pantaloon:."
What have you done with the pantaloons, Jarcinet ?"
said the-President. Jacquet—l have dispLsed,of them on
the nail.
President—What do you mean by the nail ? Jacquet—
How dull you are to-day, Mr. President.
President—Come, Sir, answer. What do you moan by
the nail ? Jacquet—Why, at the Mont.
President—The. Mont ! What is that ? Jacquet—
W.Ntity that is inconceivable. Why, every blockhead knows
the Mont de Piete.

President—You pledged them ? Jacquet—Certainly ;
and why not ? I wanted money. A man cannot live with-
out money. Paris is very expensive. There is the cafe,
the theatre. 011,3 cannot enjoy Paris without money.
President—Not in the House of Correction, Jacquet
Ja,qutt—l am at a loss to understand you, Mr. Presi-
dent. Bat, as I was saying, I wanted money. I turned
to my wardrobe, I wanted to pledge a few ; it was all
gone. What could I do, Mr. President ? I appeal to
you as a man of the world! I borrowed these gentlemen's
supet thous clothing.
The Tailor—Superfluous, indeed ! Why, 1 was married
%:ithout a coat.

Jacquet—Servo you right, once more. Well, Sir, I bor-
rowed the sulnitluities of my neighours, and I left them
at the Mprii de Piete. I did not steal them ; I scorn the
imputPlion. Send to the Mont ; you will find them all
there. My intentions were the most honourable in the
wcrld.

President—But here are thirteen p Tsot s .r 1 o doubt your
ioaesty, and charge you with stealing.
Jacquet-011, if there are thirteen, what can a man
. You recollect the line of the poet—"Qu'est ce que
v.)us r9oliez queje fuss: emetic treize." I must retire ; what
m.m of honour can stand against thirten false witnesses?
President—WC-shall take. care of your fur some time.
M._Jacquet. Officers, take charge of him.

say ?

Jacquet=Sir,-I have the honour to salute You. Gentle-
tn, accept my respects.—Paris Paper of Wednesday.

The Iklnrqu;s of Hertford has not arrived from Paris.
Ilia Loidship was long delayed at Twin by the snow, which
covered ail the neighbouring country for nearly a fortnight,
and rendered the roads quite impassable. In consequence of
this interruption he sent some of his princidal dome tics by oL
circuitous route home, and they a: rived at the close of last
week at Dorchester House. The Marquis 'arrived in Paris
about ten days ago; how long he will remain there is un-

ILLUSTRATIONS OF HUMAN LIFE, BY THE
A UTIIOR OF "-Trwarvrxr."—The result of the observation
and experience of a man of superior intellect and attainments,
during the progress of a long lire—of one, too, who is actuated
by an earnest and fervid desire of beac.fitting his fellow-crea-
tures—cannot be otherwise than valuable. Godwin's_ last
work, embodying his mature views of human nature and
human life, was far superior in practical value to his earlier
efforts; and the work before us—which we cannot designate.
like " Tremainc," by the name of its hero, for it has several
who figure in that capacity—is, though in some measure the
complement of the author's antecedent lubrations, thcidenly
more valuable than any or than all of them. The author's
views of human life are ripser, more comprehensive, and more
conclusive.—Morning Post.

Mr. William Churchward, a gentleman of New-
port, near Barnstaple, well known and universally respected,
on Monday last shot himself with a fowling-piece. About
eleven his mother heard a noise up stairs, mid to ascertain the
cause she knocked at his door, but got no answer, when a ser-
vant forced open the deor, and a dreadful spectacle presented
itself; deceased was partly dressed lying across the bed, almost
lifeless. She observed him breathe only once after she entered
the room. She had many times of late observed an appear-
ance of derangement in deceased, particularly that morn-
ing his proceedings were exccedin!ly inconsistent. The
Jury returned a verdict of ‘• Temporary ,lerangernent." It
appears, his bed being near the wall, the butt cud of thlb gun
rested against the wall, and the other end in his mouth, and
having then placed a six-inch rule on the bigger, he put his
foot on the rule, pressed the trigger, and the gun went off.
He was respectably connected, and was a young man of clas-
sical attainments and high talent.

We are glad to learn that the last accounts from
the cod and ling fishing's connected with the Highland Isles
are of the most favourable description. The prices of fish of
all kinds have fallen greatly in every market lately, and arc
expected to be still lower. Great quantities- of potatoes are
still being brought from Ireland, the West Highlands, and
Ayrshire, to the Broomielaw and other ports on the Clyde,
and are now more difficult to be disposed of. We hear that
several large boltlers of potatoes will sustain a great loss by
keeping- up tild not bringing to market before this. The
presiion in trade has affected the sea-bathing village of
Large to such an extent that almost the whole of its vicktviug-
population is idle.— Glasgow Chronicle..