The Sun.
London, England, 1839-01-18 00:00:00

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

HATTON:GARDEN.
MESSRS. O'CONNELL AND SIMI. DRONE.—Yesterday
Dennis O'Connell, one of the " finest pisanthry," with a
broken nose, was brought up in the custody of a police con-
stable, charged with being drunk and incapable of taking care
of himself.

The constable, being sworn, stated that on Wednesday night
last he found the prisoner lying on the flat of his back in the
middle of the street, bleeding from the nose, and quite in-
capable of taking care of himself.
Mr. BENETT asked him what he bad to say for himself ?
O'Connell (scratching his head)—Faith, den, only dat I was
dhrunk.

Then why did you get drunk ?—Because I'm a plaistherer,
and I wint wid some others to do a job at the house of Misther
Brougham, down there in Grosvenor-square, and he made all
of us dhrunk to be sure.

How did he make you drunk?—Why, sir, he is the brother
of that gintleman vot dey call Lord Brougham, and afther we
finished our job he thraited U 3 all to in and beer; myself
being tired, and not used to dhrink at all, it overcame and I fell
down in the sthreet.

—Den tat is thrue enough, but we all take a little one? in a
You were not compelled to take more than you could bear ?
way—but it's the first time wid me, and sure it was Misther
Brougham's fault for giving us the licker.
How did you get that broken nose ?—Faith I don't know. I
suppose I fell down.
Mr. BENETT ordered him to pay Is. and be discharged; but
O'Connell not having got a shilling to pay, be was locked up in
a miserable plight.
(ffi The prisoner was succeeded by another Hibernian, who gave
the name of Patrick Shiel, a broth of a boy," who was charged
under similar circumstances,
The constable stated that he found the prisoner dead drunk,
lying in the street, when he took him to the station-house.
Shiel, in a broad Irish dialect said that he was invited to a
" Pray Curser" Society, where the effect of the speeches and
the licker got the better of him so much, that he lost his
sii.ses and the use of his limbs, and he fell down in the street,
when some wagabone stole his watch and 61. in money, and
left him without a rap.
Mr. BENETT—Pray what are you?
Prisoner—An Irishman,
How do you get your living ?—I live upon my property as a
jintleman.
mi eneavoured to excite Mr
Mr. BENErT-Then. you must pay ss. for being drunk.
Mr. Si
sympathy by
reminding him of his loss, but he ordered.Benett's
him to be locked up
until the ss. was paid, and he was sent to meditate with his
friend O'Connell.

HORACE VERNON: on T
• IN THE `VEST.—
This singular tale is exciting much interest in those parti-
cular quarters from which its numerous characters are
taken, and in which its lively and pleasant satire especially
pain's. It is impossible to doubt that several of its charac-
ters arc drawn strictly to the life ; and this circumstance,
together with the fact of its so successfully exposing the
system of licensed plunder to which a wealthy parvenu is
subject when he enters the magic circle of " fashionable life,"
cannot fail to make the picture as useful as it is entertaining.
At the Middlesex Sessions on Wednesday, Mr. Tay-
lor's appeal against the Chelsea Church-rate, made by the
trustees, whom he contended had
paid out of the Church-
rates certain sums which they ought not to have paid out of
that fund, was dismissed by the Magistrates. At the same
was ordered to be altered from 1,202/. to 900/.
Sessions yesterday, the rating of Covent-garden Theatre
It was said of an Almanack which assumes to be
prophetic on the changes of the weather, that it was like the
guard of a mail coach, who was out in all weathers.
Messrs. Hazard and Co., of the Brantford Brewery,
crave to each of their men, on New Year's Day, twelve
pounds of be,,f t ci!';rq,,,, sir re!:,
an ox to be distributed Kith ten shillings to each of his men
employed in the distillery.