The Sun.
London, England, 1837-08-04 00:00:00

SURREY SESSIONS-THURSDAY.

Jonathan Warlters, a powerful young mai, was tried,
convicted, and sentenced to bc.. transported for life, for
breaking into the house of an aged woman named Shep-
herd, residing at a place called Pynford, in the lower part
of the county, and stealing sundry articles of wearing ap-
parel and eatables, her property.
Thomas Fitzgerald was sentenced to be transported for
seven years for entering the house of a Mr. Fuldwick, and
stealing therefrom a quantity of property.
In tl a course of the trial it was given in evidence that
the prisoner had been in custody on various other occasions
for felony.

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

MANSION-HOUSE.

William Ryan, a seaman who lately arrived in London
on board the Anne, from New York, vias brought before
the Loan MAYOR, charged with having, in a fit of drunk-
enness, broken some panes of glass in the house of Mr.
Geary, a coffee-house keeper. The defendant was said to
be in the American service.

The LORD MAYoa—Defendant, I dare say your ship
is a temperance ship ? Defendant—lt is, your Lordship.
The LORD MATOR—I thought so. You are not a tea-
totaller yet ? Defendant—No, my Lord. I kept it

through the voyage, howsomever.
The LORD MAYOR—How much spirits did you use on
board? Defendant—About a quart for the whole crew.
The LORD MAYOR—And you were satisfied with water
all of you ? Defendant—Yes, your Lordship, every one
of us, till we came ashore.
Mr. Hobler—And then I suppose you took as much rum
as made good strong grog of the water ?—(Laughter.) De-
fendant—We certainly did mix our liquor when we landed,
ane I'm sure its dangerous to be a teatotaller, for I never
got so drunk in my life. I thought I'd never get enough,
so I'm determined never to try a temperance ship again.
The coffee-house keeper said that the defendant was
really very violent, and did not seem to have any idea of
the mischief he was doing.
The Loan MAYoR—It was I dare say the fault of the
spirits, for he appears to he a very quiet good-hearted fellow.
Defendant—lt couldn't be the spirits, my Lord. Spirits
nes cr played me such a trick as that ; no, no, it never
was that.
The Loan NlAYon—What, then ; the heat of the
weather, perhaps ? Defendant—No, my Lord ; I'll be on
my oath it was nothing but the villainous cold water.--(A
laugh.)
The LORD MAYOR—WeII, I suppose you are willing
to pay for the damage you have done to this gentleman?
Defendant—Oh, certainly ; I'll pay him when I get to
my ship.
The LORD MAYOR—Very well ; but mind you must not
p'y him by a draft upon the Temperance Society. De-
fendant—No, please your Lordship, I wouldn't wish the
worst enemy I ever had in my life was obliged to take drafts
of that kind.
Mr. Hobler—Pray, my good fellow, bow long have you
been ashore ? Defendant—Since Saturday week. 1 think
that was the night I first got drunk.
Mr. Ilobler—And how often have you been drunk ?
Defendant—l've been drunk only once.
Mr. Hobler—And that's ever since, I suppose ? De-
fendant—Exactly. Consider how long I had been at the
water, and now that we're going back, we shall be all set
a going in the same way until we get to t'other side.
The LORD MAYOR—And then you will begin to make
your grog again.—(A laugh.) Well, I think the new
system no great improvement upon the old, and I am sorry
to see such a sample of the temperance principle.
The defendant then promised the Lord Mayor to go
straight off to his ship, and, as his money was all expended,
to obtain an advance of pay, to defray the expense of the
damage he had committed, and to sit down quietly on board,
and prepare himself for the office of grog making upon his
return to America.