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London, England, 1862-07-22 00:00:00

been severely punished, Gleeson's head being cut in
four or five places, and his coat covered with blood ;
and Bellew had a very bad wound on the forehead,
and there was likewise a quantity of blood on his
coat. The other two prisoners, Loveley and Kelly,
however, appeared to have come off nearly scathe-
less, neither having any marks of violence.
They all said, when called upon for an explana
tion, that they did not recollect any more than a
" child unborn" how it occurred ; Gleeson and Bel-
lew stating that all they knew about it was that
they were there, and that they got terribly knocked
about.
Lieut. Charles Bailliee said the prisoners, with
the exception of Loveley, belonged to his company.
He knew, however, his character in the regiment
was bad. As regarded the others they all bore a
pretty good character. The prisoner Gleeson wore
a stripe for good character on his sleeve.
In answer to a question put by Mr. Goodman,
Lieut, Bailliee said that the prisoners would re-
ceive punishment, independent of what they might
receive at the hands of the alderman, for having
used their belts, which was against the Articles of
War.
Mr. Alderman Finnis said the prisoners had com-
mitted a most disgraceful assault upon the police
without the least provocation. He must make an
example of them, but taking into consideration that
they would he punished by the regimental autho-
rities in addition to what he should inflict, he
should only sentence them to 14 days' imprison-
ment with hard labour, adding that if Gleeson and
Bellew, who appeared to have been worse than the
other two, had not been already punished he should
have been much more severe with them, and he
hoped that it would be a warning to those who go"
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THAMES.—UNREQUITED LOVE.—ATTEMPTED
SUICIDE.---Caroline Somerville, a girl not quite 18
years of age, and described as a tailoress, was
brought before Mr. Woolrych, charged with mak-
ing two attempts to commit suicide.
Catherine Owens, a young woman, dwelling at
27, Jubilee-place, Commercial-road, said that in
consequence of the receipt of a letter from the pri-
soner she met her that morning in the Commercial-
road, and found her in a very dejected state and
crying. The prisoner's distress of mind and agita-
tion was caused by a young man to whom she was
devotedly attached, and who had slighted her. The
prisoner said she would destroy herself, and asked
her for the loan of some halfpence to purchase a
dose of poison. She refused to lend her money for
any such purpose.. The prisoner then hastened to
her home, and took up a small knife with which she
attempted to cut her throat. The knife was taken
away from her, and she then retired to a private
room and made an attempt to strangle herself with
a pocket handkerchief. The prisoner's second at-
tempt at suicide was frustrated, and she was given
into custody. At the station-house the prisoner
attempted to strangle herself with the strings of her
bonnet.

Mr. Woolrych—The prisoner appears very low
and unhappy.
Witness—She is unhappy, sir ; it is all about a
young man.
Max Holstock, a German, a pale-faced young
man with a large yellow moustache, said he was
living at 26, Bedford-street, Commercial-road. The
prisoner had worked for him two months. She had
told him she had loved him truly and sincerely, but
he did not want her to love him. She also told the
young woman Owens that she loved him. On Sun-
day the prisoner said that she would drown herself
in the water, and he said, "Go and do so. Drown
yourself fast."
Mr. Woolrych—That was cool.
Holstock—She often said, " I love you. I want
to keep company." I said no. On Sunday she
watched me from half-past two until eleven o'clock
at night. Last Tuesday she began and was looking
at me all day, but she took nothing away from me.
Mr. Woolrych—Did you pay her any attentions ?
Witness—Yes ; I did pay her 2s. 6d. on Saturday
night, all I owed her.
Mr. Woolrych—Did you make love to her ?
Witness—No, Sir.
Mr. Woolrych—Did you promise to marry this
unhappy young woman ?
Witness—No, sir, no. I never spoke of love,
Last Tuesday she said she loved me.
Hugh Andrews, a police-constable, 62 H, said
the prisoner had sent a letter to her rival, the first
witness, He handed it to the magistrate, who read
it. The following is a copy verbatim et literatinz
" Dear Friend,—l write these few lines to you,
hoping to find you in good health, as I am not at
the present time. Oh, Catherine, what shall I do,
my love is not returned, my heart is broken. I
know not what to do, and where to go. Mr.
Marks has taken my heart away ; he has
broken my heart. Oh, Catherine, you say it is
not too late now. Oh, Catherine, it is in your
power to save me; oh do save me, oh save me ;
you can save me; save me, Catherine. You say
you care for him no longer. Oh, Catherine, give
him up if you can, or if you cannot I must put
an end to my existence—to my miserable life for
ever. Oh, Catherine, Catherine, on my bended
knees I beg of you to intercede for me. Oh, my
God ! my God ; what shall I do. Oh, my brains
are mad, I know it ; I will make away with myself.
Oh, Catherine, Catherine, do what you can for me.
and may God bless you wherever you go.
Oh merciful Powers, I know not what to do or say.
Oh, the pangs, the pangs, the anguish of un-
requited love, of blighted affections. Oh,
Catherine, he sits all day long, and does not
speak to me. He will not keep my company,
or walk in the street with me, when we are coming
home from work. On Thursday we came out from
work together, and then he ran away from me, and
I met him, and he ran away again. Catherine, at
that moment I was mad, mad, mad ; I had a great
mind to throw myself under the wheels of a wag-
gon, and end my miserable existence altogether ;
but, oh no, no, no, I will wait a little longer, and
see what time does; and then, if it is no better, I
must die ; but he shall see me, and he shall never
forget it the longest day he lives. Oh, by Heavens,
oh, by. Heavens, gracious Heavens, I swear it
Catherine, oh Catherine I swear it. Oh, merciful
Heavens, what shall 1 do, lam going mad. God
only knows how I love that man, Marks, Catherine.
I cannot write to you half what I feel. If you could
but read my poor heart, you would know how I
love him. Oh, again I say, on my knees I beg of
you to plead for me. Oh, Catherine, if you do not,
this night shall be my last. I wish you good bye
for the present.—CAROLINE SOMERVILLE, No. 5,
York-street, Commercial-road, near the gate."
Mr. Woolrych asked Holstock if he spoke Eng-
lish or German to the prisoner.
Witness—I speak English to her.
Mr.Woolrych—You must have paid court to her?
Witness—No, no, I did not, never.
Mr. Woolrych—Are you quite sure of that ?
Witness—l am, indeed.
Mr. Woolrych—l am afraid you have spoken on
the subject of love and marriage to this poor girl.
Witness—No, no, I am not in love ; never will
be in love, never.
Mr. Woolrych—Well, it appears she is in love
with you. I never saw a more dejected and un-
happy-looking creature than that poor gill. It is
quite distressing.
Mrs. Somerville, the mother of the prisoner, said
her daughter was in a most unhappy frame of mind,
in a state of delirium, wild, about the young man
Holstock. They worked in the same shop together.
Mr. Woolrych—lt is very extraordinary. I have
questioned him both in German and in English, and
he says he has no sentiment of affection for her.
Mrs. Somerville—This girl behind (pointing to
Owens, a plain young woman) is also in love with
him.
Mr. Woolrych—Do you hear that, Catherine
Owens. Are you in love with this German tailor ?
Owens—No, sir, not I. I like him, but am not
in love with him. I think Caroline, there, might
beg his pardon.
Mr. Woolrych—What, for being in love with him?
O wens—Yes, sir. She is a very silly girl.
Mr. Woolrych—l shall remand the prisoner to
the Clerkenwell House of Detention for a week.
The chaplain will talk to her. I hope she will be
in a better state of mind next week, and be sensible
of her folly.
The prisoner, in a low tone, said that Holstock
had walked out with her, and promised to marry
her.
Holstock—lt is a lie. It is not true.
Mr. Woolrych—lf you did, you have behaved
very badly indeed.
Holstcck—l never walked out with her.
The prisoner—Yes you have,
Marks, you know
you have.
Mr. Woolrych—l will tell you what, Mr. Max,
or Marks, I begin to suspect you have been trifling
with this poor girl's affections: Mind what you
are about. There is no accounting for taste. Here
are two women in love with this stripling of a
tailor, who says he does not care for either of them.
I hope the prisoner will look for some one higher,
and not marry a tailor, and that she will become as
sensible as the other girl, who is laughing over the
matter, and does not care whether she.has the tailor
or not.
The prisoner was then formally remanded for a
week, and was led from the dock in a most pros-
trate condition by some of her female friends.

WANDSWORTH.—THE LATE VOLUNTEER
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a summons charging
bun with having assaulted
Mr. Metcalf, barrister.
Mr. Garth defended.
The comphkinant) 931 belug Morn; stated that on