The Sun.
London, England, 1839-09-14 00:00:00

MANSIONHOU USE.

EXTRAORDINARY EFFECT OF SIXPENNYWORTH OF GIN.
—James Wheater, the landlord of the Walter Arms, Dept-
ford, was brought before the Lord Mayor. About half-past
ten on Thursday night he was found lying on the pavement
on London-bridge, in a state of intoxication ; on being
taken to the watch-house he charged the officer with having

stolen a 5/. note from him.
The LORD NIATOR—What have you to say now ?
Wheater—l really don't know what to say. They tell me
I was tipsy, and I suppose I must have been; but all I had
drunk was sixpennyworth of gin-and-water at the King's
Arms, Philip-lane. I left Deptford at five o'clock to get
cash for a 5/. cheque ; and Mrs. Wilkinson, the landlady,
cave me a 5/. note fur it. When the officer laid hold of
me I had my hand in my pocket, and I suppose the note
must have been lost in that way.
The LORD MAYOR—I cannot think that a glass of gin
and water would have that effect. A; a public-!u you must
know that is impossible.—Wheater—l had three several
two-pennyworths, and left the house about half-past eight,
intending to mske the best of my way home.
The LORD Davos—Do y-u know when you lost your
senses ? Wheater—lf I had any, I don't know that I have
lost them yet. I recollect the officer taking roe.
The LORD MAYOR—Do you recollect Ding on the
pavement ? Wheater— I have no recollection of that
at all.

The LORD MAYOR—We have some marvellous Stories
sometimes, but this is one of the most extraordinary I
have heard. How long have you been a publican ? Do
you recollect leaving the house ? Wheater—Most decid-
edly, as well as I know I am standing here.
The LORD MAYOR—And you went no where else ?
Wheater— I believe I was not in any house afterwards.
The LORD MAYOR—You have been pretty well punished.
\Vheater•—l have ; but there is something: worse than

that, because I am summoned before the Magistratts at
eleven o'clock to answer for having had rny house open
before one o'clock on Sunday.
The LORD MAYOR—You will have an awkward story to
tell the Magistrates. Wheater—l believe I shall.
The LORD MAYOR—You have been pretty well punished
for your folly, and may go.
A young man, named Robert Pitcher, was charged by a
gentleman of the name of Bowles for having followed him
in the street and threatened to assault him.

Mr. Bowles stated that he had deposited in the hands o.

M'Nin, who was tried at the Central Criminal Court for
having forged certain foreign securities, a large amount of
Colombian and Spanish bonds, upon which that individual
advanced him a sum of money. As collateral security he
(Mr. Bowles) had handed to AV Nin his promissory notes.
to the amount of some thousands, although the bonds far
exceeded the sum advanced. By some means the brother
of the defendant Pitcher became possessed of some of these
notes, for which he (Mr. Bowles) never received any value,
and the defendant followed him about the streets accusing
him of being in debt to his brother.
The LORD MAYOR—Have any of the promissory notes
been paid ?
Mr. Bowles—l never received any value for them, and

gave them merely as an identification of the sum advanced.
The LORD MAYOR—But they may have become a regu-
lar commercial transaction, and a man who passes his note
should be prepared to take it up.
Mr. Bowles—lt was never intended that they should be
negociated, and .I never received one farthing for them,
neither did the defendant's brother ever pay a farthing for
them.

The Defendant—l have a writ to serve upon Mr.
Bowles, but unfortunately it is at home. My brother cashed
the bills, and Mr. Bowles has thus become indebted to him
in the sum of 2,0001., and I could not find Mr. Bowles till
this day, when I met him street, and thought I was
bound to follow him—all I want is Ills address.

Mr. Bowles—lf you make affidavit that your brother
cashed the bills. I shall this moment give 504 to any cba-
rity the Lerd Mayor may recommend. This person, my
Lord, not only followed and charged me with owing
money, which Ido not owe, but threatened to strike me,
or, to use his own language, to knock my nose off.
The Defendant—AU I want, my Lord, is his address.
_ _

The LORD MAYOR—You are not by any means justified
in using menacing language towards this gentleman, and
you must find securities to keep the peace.
Mr. Bowles—l am willing to give your Lordship my
address, but I certainly shall not give it to the defendant.
The LORD MAYOR subsequently consented to take Mr.
Pitcher's own security.
An elderly Jewess, named Mendoza, known for her pu-
gilistic habits and skill, was charged by a policeman with
not having used decent caution in covering the lower part
of her person as men passed her in Le:lenhall-street at

night.
The policeman said that several gentleman complained
to him of the conduct of the old lady, who was dancing as
high, and about as bare as Tam o' Shouter's witches. For
his part he was quite astonished. When he spoke to her
the language she used in suswer quite beggared de-
scription.
The defendant—Oh, dear ! me use uncivil language !
I assure you, my Lord, I was brought up quite different,
and I don't know nothing of undecent words. I'm sure
I didn't show my legs, for I a'nt tractable there or anywhere
else. God help me, poor lone crittur, without father or
mother.
The LORD MAYOR—Then this policeman is quite in
error ?—The defendant : My Lord, he's a false willain.
You see, please your Lordship, this here man takes money
and drink from other poor girls, and he salves out with
the station sich as goes upon the beat without dubbing up
to him. Now I couldn't do no sich a thing as dub up,
and that aggravated him to pull me up.
Inspector Hunter said that the defendant was a common
nuisance in Aldersgate-street every night, and was well
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known
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oNn/ecneduoznal Defendant—Pray, my Lod, look over it this
I'll not come here afore you again, upon my

honour.
The Loan Maron—l can't look over it; you have vili.
fled the character of this policeman, and you shall go to
Bride well for a month? Defendant—Oh dear ! I really
don't think I shall live in sich a place.
The Loan MAYOR—Oh yes, you will ; you will get no
gin there, and you will come out more fresh, and I hope
more decent.

1:---30Tf;7:--sTREET.
A young man, named Thomas Chapell, was yesterday
brought up by Sergeant Pocock, of the F division, and
placed at the tar, charged, on suspicion, with being con-