The Sun.
London, England, 1863-03-23 00:00:00

THE REM 2 COURT SCANDAL.

Considerable scandal has been occasioned by a
recent incident at Court. The facts are as follows :
—The Dske of Wellington presented to the Prince
of Wales, as the representative of her Majesty, at
the late levee, a man who had been convicted of
felony some ten years since, and who had obtaieed
a ticket of leave. A variety of rumours are afloai
as to how this occurrence came to pass, but we have
reason to believe that the following is the true rela-
tion of the circumstances :—Some ten years since
the person in question committed the mistake of
altering a cheque for £6 to £6OO, for which he was
taken before a local magistrate, committed for trial,
and subsequently sentenced by Baron Pollock to
penal servitude, the sentence being accompanied
with remarks anything but emplimentarytO-the
delinquent. He underwent a portion of his sen-
tence, and then becanio one of Sir Joshua Jebb's pet
iambs. A little while ago, at ore of the most aris-
tocratic of the West-end Clubs, the magistrateVho
had committed this man for trial, found him in the
hall of the club, making inquiries of one of the ser-
vants. The magistrate thereupon
returned to the
sitting-room of the club, and mentioned the circum-
stance. The late Marquis of Lansdowne, who was
then present, considered that it was the duty of the
members to make inquiries as to what brought this
man to their club ; and the porter, on being inter-
rogated, stated that the man had called to see a
nobleman remarkable for his philanthropy. Some
short time afterwards that noble lord made his ap-
pearance, and was greeted with the somewhat duba
ous question, " Wno is your friend." His answer
was simple and characteristic, " Oh, he is a poor
clergyman, out at elbows, who called upon me two
or three days ago, and I gave him £10." His as-
tonishment, therefore, when he was told who his
friend really was may be imagined. The person in
question was next heard of in one of the principal
firms in the City of London, where he represented
a bankrupt's estate. His manner WAS very pleasing,
and his ability such as to strike every one who
came in contact with him. He was, how-
ever, again identified as the former convict, and
the firm closed their transactions with him as BOOD
as possible. On another occasion, at a meeting, at
which Lord Brougham was to preside, who should
accompany his lordship but this objectionable per-
son. His next appearance in public was at the
opening of the International Exhibition, when he
took his place on the raised dais amidst the very
pink of the aristocracy, and apparently in intimate
conversation with Royalty. He is last heard of at
the Levee. No one for a single instant believed that
the Master of the Horse and the husband of the
Mistress of the Robes to her Majesty, could inten-
tionally have been a party to one of the greatest
outrages that could have been offered to the Queen
and to the Prince of Wales. The duke was deceived,
as other persons have been, by this audacious indi-
vidual. The person in question was introducsd to
his grace as one of the principal guarantors to the
commissioners for the International Exhibition, and
seeing his name down for bo large a st.m,
he rashly
jumped to the conclusion that be was a respectable
man, and that there could be no
possible harm in
presenting him at Court. The way
in which the
delinsuent was discovered was curious enough.
Every one knows that the first levee this season was
a tremendaus rush : dukes, earls, barons, and bishops
fought almost for their lives, in their eagerness to
get into the presentation-room; among
those who
pressed thus forward was the identical ticket-of-
leave man, and, as Fate would have it, who should
he jostle against and nearly upset but Chief Baron
Pollock, who had sentenced him to penal servitude.
The judge recognised him in an instant, although
several years had elapsed, and he wrote to the Lord
Chamberlain on the suhieet.
Inquiries were .hen
instituted, and the presentation was immediately
cancelled. —Observer.

The other evening, a widow who keeps a tobacco
shop on the Boulevard de Courcelles, Paris, was
standing at her shop doer talking with a neighbour, when
a man approached her unperceived, and stabbed her three
times in the breast. She immediately exclaimed, ,t It is
that wretch F—," and fainted away, her wounds, though
deep. were not dangerous. When she recovered the use of
her faculties, she stated that the assassin, who was a porter
of a public market, had lately made her offers of marriage,
which she had rejected. Immediate search was made for
the man, and ho was found lying dead in the ditch of the
fortifications, near the gate leading to Asnieres, and by his
side lay a pistol, with which he had blown out his brans.