The Sun.
London, England, 1837-10-14 00:00:00

MANSION-PIO USE.
A. few days ago the Lord Mayor received die following
note from the Portuguese Ambassador :
" Hammersmith, Oct. 7, 1837.
"My Lord—ln consequence of what I have often read
in the newspapers regarding the writer of the inclosed let-
ter I take the liberty of forwarding it to your Lordship, that
this individual may be dealt with as in justice he deserves.
I shave tile honour to be, any Lord, your Lordships.most
' obedient very humble servant, " MONCORVO.
" The Right Hon. the Lord Mayor."
" The undersigned is able to inform you of somethiir g he
believes considerably to your advantage, on receipt of '2os.
for his trouble, by post or otherwise.—Respectfully,
"JOSEPH AD Y, Accountant.
" No. 7, York-street, Commercial-road, near Char-
lotte-street and Whitechapehroad.
" London Oct. 2, 1837. .
"No letters at all received unless post-paid.
" Viz.—A sum of money, about 600/., partly belonging
to her Majesty the Queen of Portugal."
Directed to his Excellency Baron Da Torre de Mon-
corro, No. 1, King-street, Hammersmith.
The LORD MAYOR had received several letters lately,
complaining of the correspondence of Joseph Ady, but he
had reason to believe that the poor unfortunate man was
now an object of pity, having become quite a fool, although
still retaining an occasional recollection of the unclaimed
dividend humbug. He had written, his Lordship believed,
to all the Crowned heads in Europe, upon finding in the di-
vidend book names in any respect resembling theirs, and
almost devoured the pages with his eyes when William the
Fourth died to find whether the name of Miss Victoria
Kent was there, that he might include her Majesty in
the list of his correspondents.—( Laughter.)
Mr. Hobler said that poor Ady appeared to be touched
with the spirit of Republicanism, for he contemptuously
called the Queen of Portugal by au epithet the most dis-
respectful. The sudden return to his old practice after the
severe notice which had been taken of his system at the Old
Bailey and elsewhere argued an unsoundness of mind, but it
was remarkable that he had the method in his madness to
increase his fee fronLa few shilling! to.apeund.
Mr. Hobler stated that-Ady upon one occasion, in ex-
pressing his feelings at the description given of him, said,
" Why, they call me a liar. Friend, what do they call me
a liar for ? I am thinking of marrying, and my female
won't think of having me if she believes that Lam a liar.
I assure thee I like it not."
The LORD MAYOR—Does the poor man still go about
in the dress of a Quaker ?

One of the officers replied in the affirmative, and said
that Mr. Ady probably owed a great part of his former
success to that fact, people having fancied that a person
with a broad brim and a buttonless coat could not be an
hypocrite ; but the gentleman had been years ago drummed
out of the meeting, as was generally believed, if he ever
belonged to it.

The LORD MAYOR—WeII, I hope the unfortunate
man's fancy will take a turn to some less offensive occu-
pation. Why, there is not, perhaps, an individual in the
world who has quietly made himself known to so many il-
lustrious individuals. I had some of the first people in
the land to dine with me one day in the Egyptian Hall,
and they spoke of Joseph Ady as if each had the poor fel-
low's autograph in his pocket.
Connor, ILillon, and Smith, the journeymen gravediggers,
who were apprehended in the act of conveying 561bs. of
lead from Bishopsgatc churchyard to the shop of a plumber
for sale, were brought up for final examination before Al-
derman THOMAS Woof), who sat for the Lord Mayor.
Alderman THOMAS WOOD sentenced each of the pri-
soners to be confined to hard labour for two months.
The prisoners were then removed.

HATTON-GARDEN.
Yesterday three eccentric-looking personages, one a
dwarf, about 70 years of age, who represented himself as
one of the Hon. Society of Master Chummeys ; the other
a lad, about 15 years of age, of antique appearance, with a
sooty countenance, a husky voice, and deformed, both of
whom were togged out as smartly as if it were " May-day
in the morn," and another shabby sulky-looking fellow, the
father of the latter, attended at this office, for the purpose
of articling him as an apprentice to the dwarf.
It appeared that the lad had served his time to another
master, but he was such a spendthrift that his father deter-
mined on binding him to some one else, to keep him within
bounds until he was older. Whilst sitting in the outer
office the following ludicrous conversation took place be-
tween them and some persons connected with the esta-
blishment :

" Well, my boy, what makes you wish to be a sweep in
preference to any other trade ?" Boy (huskily, and with a
peculiar snuffle)—l duz'lt to, I likes it belst.
" Is it because the soot makes your teeth so white ?"
Boy (smiling, with a cat's-eye glance)—Oh !lo (nudging his
father) its it farder ?
Father—No ; I suppose it is because he gets so much
money. He is always getting preseins.
Boy (laughing loudly)—There you're alt it aged, carder.
MAGISTRATE—Have you been up many chimneys ? Boy
—I believes I hive, and lo mistalke. I risk I had as
many pelce as I have beet up chimleys ; or fardles, vot do
you say, farder

Father—l believes your, Jack.
MAGISTRATE—What, do they get so many presents ?
Master—Lor, bless you, yes ; vy, there's hardly a place
they goes to but they gets surnmut, ather grub or money.
If they goes to poor people they gets bread and butter and
the likes of that ere, and a penny into the bargain. Then
yor sees theres the higher class as they calls 'em ; see vot
they draws from them ere. If they has to go to a lady's
bed-room to get up her chirnly, vy ven they cums down
they gets ha'f-a-crown, you knows, and sometimes more,
because they alvays feels for climbing boys ; and then the
servants plies us we hub and grub. Lor bless you, yen I
vos a climbing boy, I used to save ten pence out on a
shilling.

MAGISTRATE—Don't the soot get into their eyes and
nose ?—Master Chimneysweep (significantly)—Lor bless
you no, I nose boys that von't go up vith a cap on. Its
like ooman natur ; vy, von man it take snuff, and another
can't take it at all. Now, if I vos to take a pinch of snuff
I vould sneeze myself into fits, and my eyes vould vaterjust
like a pump ; but I could live in sut, and I alvays could—
its all as natur takes to it.

Are not sweeps subject to a disease through soot ?
Master (with an important leer, and a smile)—Lor, no ;
but I nose vot you means ; you means vauts. Venever I
had vauts I alvays cuts them off vith a knife, and they never
comes agin : they bleeds a little, but the sut makes 'em all
right.

Some of the master sweeps are rich men, are they not ?
—Master--I don't know ; it all depends on parsewerence
and attention.

How does the boy spend his money ?—Master—Oh! in
sassengers, fruit, and going to plays ; and he sartainly can
take a drop now and then.
The fathor of the boy said that he took to climbing up
chimneys as it were by instinct ; whenever he lat him at

home by himself, on his return he always found Lim up the
chimney, which he always kept clean, and no other trade
would satisfy him.

The necessary agreement having been made out, the boy
was bound a second time.

MARLBORO UGH-STREET.

The officers of the Mendicity Society brought Sarah
IVhitefoot, a red-nosed old woman, in rags, before Mr.
CHAMBERS. and charged her with being an incorrigible
drunken beggar. She had been known to the society for
some length of time as a begging impostor of no ordinary
character. Her custom of doing business was to take her
seat on the steps of a door in some populous thoroughfare,
and by assuming the externals of Methodistic piety, turning
up the whites of her eyes, and adopting the nasal twang
" so indispensable to the amateur holders forth who have
had a call,'" she seldom failed to attract the substantial
notice of humane but credulous passengers.
Mr. CHAMBERS—When do you mean to leave off your
trade of begging ? Woman—Ab, I pray daily for grace
from above to enable me to leave off all bad habits. _

Mr. CHAMBERS—If you are in a state of destitution, why
do you not apply to your parish ? Woman—l came out of
Marylebone Workhouse yesterday.
Mr. CHAMBERS—Because you could not get any gin
there, I suppose ? Woman—No ; but because my legs
were swelled so that I could not walk. May the Lord
soften your heart, May he grant you health, wealth, and
length of years, with a blessed assurance of everlasting life
when you fall asleep in Jesus.
Mr. CH/omits—Halloo, mistress ! Why, you seem to
be quite accustomed to preaching.
Woman—lt has pleased Providence to visit me with
troubles. He has not only swelled my legs, but he has
swelled my heart. But we are all poor sinful creatures ;
none of us are perfect.; and though I seek the Lord four
or five times every Sunday, yet in his wisdom he chooses
to let Satan afflict me with the love of gin, Had his will be
done.

Mr. CHAMBERS—Yes, you nasty woman,. your craving
for gin is the reason why your legs are swelled, and why
you are in rags.
Woman—
It is the dispensation of the Supreme Disposer
of all events. My family is of the first respectability in
Shropshire ; and though I am in this state, I have daily
proofs of the protecting care of Providence. This very
morning a pious old gentleman gave me my breakfast—
coffee, muffins, and a little ham to relish—for which his
portion will surely be with the righteous.
Mr. CHAMBERS—I shall put a stop to your begging
habits fo'.. some time, by sending you to prison and hard
labour Tor one month.

MAIFCE7O7VE.
Yesterday Mrs, Ann Mullet, a walnut of large dituen•