The Sun.
London, England, 1863-09-01 00:00:00

BOW-STREET.

THE EFFECTS OF GOING TO A RAFFLE.—James Dacy
was placed at the bar, charged with violently assaulting the
police.
Police-constahle F 87, said about quarter to two he was
on duty near the Turnstile when the prisoner came through
the court, and without the slightest provocation struck him
a blow on the eye and knocked him down, the prisoner also
falling. He got up and seized the prisoner, when a violent
struggle ensued and eventually he was thrown down, when
four of the prisoner's companions began kicking him in the
mast savage manner. He continued his hold of the prisoner
notwithstanding the ill-treatment, when a gentleman in the
crowd came forward and rendered him assistance. The
prisoner's friends, heating the police were approaching,
ran off.
Alfred Button, 61, Theobald's• road, said he was coming
down Holborn and heard a loud cry of " Police," and pro-
ceeding to the spot from whence the cries proceeded, he
found the constable being ill-treated by four or five ruffians,
companions of the prisoner, who made of. He assisted
the constable to secure the prisoner, and with the aid of
another constable ho was conveyed to the station-house.
Prisoner—Why, the constable was the one as was drunk.
I'd been to a raffle, so I was sober enough, I'm certain of
it. He kicked me about the legs, and then we had a
struggle, and we both went down. I was quite sure I was
not drunk.

Mr. Henry—You are sure of that ?
Prisoner—Oh yes.

Constable—He was drunk, your worship.
Priconer—l wasn't; you was. I'd been to a raffle for a
friend, who had had a misfortune. Don't believe him, as
he's telling falsehoods. He struck me first, and of course I
hit him again. That accounts for us going to the ground.

Mr. Henry—Whether you were drunk or sober would
make but little difference. lam only sorry I cannot send
you to prison for a considerable time. I shall not allow
you the option of paying a fine, but I commit you for one
month's hard labour in the House of Correction.

ATTEMPTING TO COMMIT ►SUICIDE.—A middle-aged
man, named Kenning, was placed at the bar, charged with
attempting to poison himself.
Police-constable P 17 said he was calla to the residence
of the prisoner in Lascelles-place, and there found him
suffering from the effects of poison. Two surgeons were in
attendance, and after much trouble the effects of the poison
were counteracted, and the prisoner was conveyed to the
workhouse till he had perfectly recovered.
Bin Henry—What made you take the poison ?

Prisoner--I had a quarrel, and I was so much excited
that I did not know what I was about. lam very sorry
now.

Mr. Henry—l should advise you to govern yourself a
little better. Was it an excitement occasioned by drink ?

The prisoner's wife here stepped forward, and having
admitted that both she and her husband had rather hot
tempers, said she was certain he would not repeat his folly
if he was discharged.

Mr. Henry, having cautioned the prisoner, ordered him
to be discharged.

MARLBOROUGH-STREET.

BURGLARY.—Thomas Clark, a lad, described as of no
home nor occupation, was charged before Mr. Tyrwhitt
with burglariously breaking and entering the dwelling-
house of Mr. James Harrison, landlord of the Sun Tavern,
Noel-street, Wardour-street, and stealing several articles
belonging to Mr. Harrison and a lodger of his named
Walker,
Sergeant George Bentley, 13 C, deposed that about half-
past four o'clock this morning he was in a court in Noel-
street, when he saw a light in the back kitchen of the Sun
Tavern, one of the shutters of the kitchen window having
been taken down.; He tried the door in the court leading
to the kitchen, and finding it unfastened, he walked in and
said, " Who is there." There was no answer, but on look-
ing about he found the prisoner in the water-closet with
his shoes off. The prisoner said, "It is all right, lam the
son of the landlord," and on asking him where his father
was, he said he was in bed, and went up stairs with him
(the sergeant) to show him where his father slept, but could
not find the room for a time, and when he fixed on it it
turned to be the room of a young man. The prisoner then
said he remembered which room it was, that it was down
stairs, and then slipped behind him and bolted away into
Oxford-street, but he followed him and brought him back,
and on searching the kitchen he found on the floor a quan-
tity of knives and forks and wearing apparel placed ready
for removal. On searching the prisoner at the station he
found in his possession only two lucifer matches, and on
making an examination of the premises he found that the
prisoner had got over a low wall in the court and forced out
a panel of the door, which led from the back parlour to the
area.
Mr. Harrison said the prisoner was formerly his potman.
On the previous night he (Mr. Harrison) fastened up the
house securely. The panel of the door was in its place, but
was cracked. The whole of the articles produced, with the
exception of a great coat which belonged to a lodger, were
his property and of the value of about 30s.
Mr. Tyrwhitt, the prisoner making no defence, committed
him for trial.