The Sun.
London, England, 1865-06-06 00:00:00

Til E SUN, LONDON, TUESDAY EVENING, JUNE 6, 1865.

LAW INTELLIGENCE—This Day.

COURT OF EXCHEQUER.

sittings at Nisi Prius.—(Bofore Mr. Baron Pigott and a
Special Jury.)
MULLION AND WIFE V. VALENTIN.

This was an action brought by plaintiffs, M. Boullion
and his wife, the former being a Paris merchant, against
the defendant, Mdlle. Valentin, to recover possession of
certain shares and coupons relating to certain railways and
other companies in France. The defendant pleaded not
guilty.

out, and saw in the gloom something, apparently a man,
leaning against a wall near the kitchen window. He called
to him several times, and warned him that he should fire if
he did not answer. No reply was made, and ho then fired.
A groan and a fall then followed, and he ran to the station-
house to make known what bad happened. Mr. Hayes de-
scribed the deceased as follows :—Age, about 35 ; height,
5 feet 4 inches ; hair, dark; whiskers, sandy ; dress, black
coat with outside hip pockets, black waistcoat, brown
mixture trousers, lace-up boots with brass eyelids, white
shirt, cotton stockings, paper collar, brown necktie, black
hat, maker's name, "W. Williamson." In the pockets of
the deceased were a brass tobacco box, with the name of
T. Solomon engraved thereon, half of a foot rule, a cigar
holder, latch key, clay pipe, a few lucifer matches, and
fivepence halfpenny in copper.
Mr. Paget asked if the body of the deceased had been
identified ?

Inspector Hayes answered in the negative. A full de-
scription had been forwarded to every station-house.
On the termination of Mr. Hayes' testimony, Mr. Lewis,
sen., of Ely-place, put fn a sketch of Heath House and
grounds, on which the magistrate said he would at once
proceed to the placo and inspect it, and asked Mr. Lewis
to accompany him. Heath House fronts the Commercial-
road, with a fore court and small carriage drive in front.
Behind is a lawn and garden enclosed on throe sides by a
wall varying in height from 7to 20 feet. The man was
shot between the back of the house and the garden.

On the return of the magistrate, the solicitor, and Mr.
Hayes,

Mr. Paget asked Mr. Hayes if he intended to produce
any further evidence to-day.
Mr. Hayes thought not, and in answer to another ques-
tion, said he had forwarded information to the coroner.

Mr. Lewis said the prisoner could give bail to any
amount. It was more the intention of Mr. Debenham to
alarm the burglar than to shout him. There had been
four attempts to break into Mr. Debenham's premises in
the course of the last few months, and he was, of course,
somewhat alarmed when he heard a noise last night. Mr.
Dobenham's patients were vary numerous, and were
anxiously waiting his attendance upon them. The de-
fendant had voluntarily surrendered, and given a true ac-
count of the unfortunate occurrence, which no one would
deplore more than the prisoner. •
Mr. Paget said it would be most unfair to express any
opinion at present. The only object in view at present
was to secure the attendance of Mr. Debenham at the in-
quest and at that court next week, and ho would accept
bail for the prisoner, in his own personal recognisance in
the sum of £2,000, and two substantial householders in
the sum of £l,OOO each.
Mr. John Ilolt, proprietor of the Marine Brewery, Rat-
cliff, and one of the largest ratepayers in the parish, and
Mr. Thomas Munn Debenham (the prisoner's brother), of
the firm of Debenham and Towson, auctioneers, offered
themselves as bail, and were accepted.
Mr. Robert Debenham then left the court surrounded
by an immense number of his friends, who expressed the
greatest sympathy in his favour.

Jefferson Davis and his Companions on
Board the Steamer Clyde.

The New York papers publish letters describing
the voyage of Messrs. Davis, Stephens, C. C. Clay,
and others, to Hampton Roads. The correspondent
of the New York Times writes :
" This afternoon, General Littlefield, Major
Elliott, Major Dewey, Captain Hays, Captain
Siver, Mr. Sears, and a number of others, includ-
ing myself, accepted the invitation of Colonel
Pritchard to go on board the craft containing the
prisoners. So, in due time, we took a small steamer,
and I can hardly tell you with what emotions I ap-
'proach that little area of deck-room having securely
within its limits the remains of the Confederacy
which we have been battling so long. As we swung
alongside, a tall, spare man, dressed in grey, having
a wan, gaunt, and depressed look, his whiskers and
moustache rather close cut, and almost white, was
walking along between the deck-cabin and bulwarks
and stopped for a moment to caress a little girl very
indifferently dressed, and then passed in at the
gangway door. These were Jefferson Davis and his
daughter. I recognised at once the features which
had once graced the Senate Chamber of the United
States. Then he had a haughty, mili-
tary air. Then he was the leader of the Southern
party in Congress dictating terms to Northern
doughfaces imperiously. Now, the State prisoner,
bent and borne down as though oppressed with
weight of care and length of years. Evidently he
has passed through a good deal of mental trouble
for the last four years--how much of it has had its
influence recently in producing such a change per-
haps no one but himself knows. Once on board, he
seemed to be the observed of all observers. He was
seated in a corner, his wife, a plain looking lady
dressed in black, by his side, and the two were en-
gaged in perusing papers which had been brought
them. His hat was drawn pretty well over his eyes,
so that only when he lifted his face could much ex-
pression be noticed. No one wished to be intro-
duced to him ; at least I saw no disposition of the
kind. For myself, lam sure nothing could have
induced me to touch his blood-red hand. Two of
his children, a boy and girl, looking to be about six
and seven years of age respectively, were about
everywhere, seemingly unconscious of the intense
interest concentrated upon their sire. In the cabin
below were A. H. Stephens, the Vice-President,
and Reagan, of Texas, the Postmaster-General of
the late Confederacy ; and in the forward cabin was
Wheeler, of cavalry notoriety. I naturally sought
the cabin. Mr. Stephens looks old. He has the
same stoop, the same parchment-like face, the
same keen eye, and the same fragile form
that characterised him years ago—only he
looks older. Always a gentleman, and bred a
scholar, his conversation is intensely interesting.
His manner was subdued, but not that of a prisoner.
He conversed freely, desiring information upon
many points, and canvassing without reserve, recon-
struction and the treatment of the subdued South,
in the way exactly that it struck his mind, never
evincing the least care or anxiety respecting himself
personally. At the head of the stairs, as we passed
up, still sat Jefferson Davis in the corner, his hat
slouched over his eyes ; he was still reading. The
windows, full of curious observers, attracted no
attention from him whatever. Once, while we were
in the cabin, he came down, and handed Mr. Stephens
a paper, and immediately retired. Our conversation
was hushed instantly. No one desired to be made
known to him, and probably, if the move had been
in that direction by his associates, no one but what I
would have resolutely refused the proffered honour ;
and yet there were officers and civilians among us
whose greeting, given in sincerity, and with ordinary
sympathy over misfortune, he might have coveted.
He sdemed to stand before us as the embodiment of
the infamous rebellion and its attendant cruelties—
as the deliberate author of our national woes, and
consequently as the great criminal. There was no
disposition to treat him rudely ; no offensive re-
marks made in his presence. It was recognised
by all that the strong hand of the Government was
upon him, and that in its keeping the inexorable
demands of Divine and human justice would be
safe."