The Sun.
London, England, 1863-10-01 00:00:00

THE SUN, LONDON, THURSDAY EVENING, OCrOBER 1, 1863.

POLICE INTELLIGENCE—This Day.

GUILDHALL.

A rough-looking fellow, named Brown, a plasterer, was
charged with assaulting his mother.
The complainant having stated her case,
Alderman Hale, addressing the prisoner, said—l suppose
you earn good wages ?

Prisoner—Yes; I earn a good bit of money, and I
spend it.
Alderman Hale—You, I suppose, think you have a pri-
vilege to abuse your mother.
Prisoner—No, I don't, and I should like to see anybody
that did. I won't give any promise, but if I can pre-
vent it, I'll not come hoe again.
Alderman Hale—l don't think your sober now.
Prisoner—Oh ain't I. I can speak as a gentleman
should to a gentleman. (Laughter.) I like to spend
money, and I'm thankful I can do it. (Laughter.)
Alderman Hale.—l do not indeed think you are sober.
Prisoner—Well, you can think what you please, but you
can't always be right no more than other v.fople.
Alderman Hale—You shall nut beat your mother with
impunity.
Prisoner—l don't want to, and I'il take care nobody else
does. Every one fOrgets himself now and then.
Alderman Hale—At all events I'll prevent you beating
her for some time to come. I shall send you to prison for
three months, and at the end of that term yoU must enter
into sureties for good behaviour for six months,
Prisoner—Oh, I'm to have three months, am I. Well,
all the harm I wish you old fellow, is that you may sit in
that chair until I come out. •

BOW-STREET.
WIFE BEATING.—Henry Vaughan was placed A the
bar charged with violently assaulting his wife.
Mrs. Vaughan said she carried on business in Ilolles-
street, Clare-market. Last night, about 7 o'clock, the de-
fendant came home and struck her in a most violent man-
ner; she took no notice of that, but about 2 o'clock this
morning, when she went upstairs to bed, he jumped out of
bed and illtreated her so much that she had to be taken to
the hospital.
The police-constable who took the charge confirmed the
statement of the complainant, and stated that for some time
past he had been in the habit of collecting crowds in front
of their shop by beating his wife.
Mr. Henry—What have you got to say ?
Defendant—l only roused her up bee also she was Or-
ing so loud. I've been a teetotaller for some months, but I
got a taste of spirits yesterday, and perhaps that had some
effect on me. My wife's constantly getting drunk.

Complainant—That is entirely name. I took a sum-
mons out against him about a fortnight ago, but I forgave
him for his illusage, and did not appear against him.
Mr. henry—You have acted in a most unmanly manila'
and before I dispose of the case I shall have further inquiry
made.—Remanded.

A BEGGAR on A TRADER.—EIIen James, an elderly
woman, was charged with begging and annoying persone
in the street.

Prisoner—To begin with, I deny the begging, My hus-
band's in the workhouse, and I do some trade to get him
tobacco.

Mr. Henry—l must hear the charge against you.
Police-constable—The prisoner,your worship,after being
cautioned persisted in begging of a gentleman that passed
her. _

Prisoner—Beg I I never begged a penny in my life. 1
carry on a trade in pencils, but if a dear gentleman gives
me a penny I always insist on his taking a pencil. I kcep
halfpenny ones in order to accommodate every person who
does me the favour to purchase, (Laughter.)
A constable from the Mendicity Society said the prisoner
had got her living in the streets for years by begging under
the pretence of selling combs and pencils.
Prisoner (excitedly)—l don't call selling articles in the
streets begging.

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Mr. Henry—She don't appear to be quite right in her
mind.

Prisoner—l've got a plate in my head, its true ; but that's
nothing. I'm as sensible as any person—jast try me.
(Laughter.)
Mr. Henry—l think I had better send you to the work-
house, where you say your husband is.
Prisoner—Will you ? then I don't want to go. (Laugh-
ter.) Why should I ? I can get my own living out of it.
If you send me, they won't receive me, as its not my parish,
and as I see what you intend to do, I don't intend to tell
you which is. (Laughter.)
Mr. Henry—l shall send and see whether it is true that
your husband is where you say before I decide what I shall
do with you.

Prisoner—You're quite welcome to do that ; but I demand
my box of stock to be returned to me. If I have to return
to my trade I can't get on without something to sell.
Mr. Henry ordered the box to be given to the prisoner,
who was then remanded to enable inquiries to be made.