The Sun.
London, England, 1853-03-14 00:00:00

MARLBOROUGH-STREET-(THIS DAY)

ROBBERY.—Heniw Stanton, a lad about 14 years of
age, was brought before Mr. Hardwick, charged with
stealing a great coat, value 255., the property of ' Daniel
Box, tailor, &c., 38, Regent-street. William Wareham,
shopman to the prosecutor, deposed that on Saturday
night, about half-past seven., he suddenly missed a coat
from the inside of the shop door, and on running out to
see who had taken it, he was astonished at seeing the
prisoner about twelve yards off, coolly folding up the
coat. Witness ran after him and took the coat produced
from him. The value of the coat is 255., and the pro-
perty of Mr. Box.

- The prisoner, who had no defence, to offer, was coin•
mitted for trial.

The remainder of the charges were not of the least
public impor,tance, consisting merely of drunk and dis-
orderly characters, and fashionably-dressed "nymphs of
the pave." The latter were fined 7s. each, and the
drunkards admonished and discharged.

TO THE PEOPLE OP ENGLAND.

" NEVER FORGET lIORATIA."

Among the many reminiscences of departed heroism
which history writes among her choicest chronicles, the
above words constitute, perhaps, the most touching ap-
peal ever proferred by a great man to the beneficence of
a beloved and honourable country ; and if any considera-
tion could add to the pathos of their simple and un-
affected eloquence, it is the recollection of when and by
whom those thrillingly affecting words were spoken—the
recollection that the request which they so feelingly con-
vey was the first and last ever preferred by the noble
Nelson to that dear country whose honour and glory
constituted, of his devoted life and hero death, the pur-
pose, the aim, and the result. When, at the close of his
brief but brave career, Trafalgar claimed his last great
sacrifice, and laid him on a timeless bed of death—when
his last thoughts, amid his agony, recurred to those who
were most dear to him, especially to his young daughter,
so soon to become an orphan for our sake—shall we
wonder that, in his natural anxiety for her, he turned in
confidence to the great nation he had served so faith-
fully, and, leaning on their generosity, bequeathed her
to them as a sacred legacy ; nor doubted that the value
of his services, of which he was not and could not be
ignorant, would at least be of sufficient weight with
England to induce her to bestow upon his child the ne-
cessary provision which his own poverty through life
unfortunately prevented him from doing ? In short, can
we wonder that it was to his beloved country, for whose
welfare he had lived, and in whose defence he was about
to die, that he appealed in her behalf with such pathetic
earnestness ? "Never forget Horatia !" How brief,
yet how expressive is the sentence !—how full of that
trusting confidence which ever characterised his generous
nature !—and how insensible must be the heart, if there
is one, to whom they do not seem fraught with an elo-
quence which is irresistible !
It is the last appeal of expiring heroism—not to the
pride, the admiration, or even to the gratitude of Britain,
but unto still more heartfelt sentiments,---her sympathy,
her affection, and her benevolence. When was she ever
thus besought in vain ? It is the sole, the dying request
of England's Nelson to his countrymen. Why do they
disregard the sacred opportunity' of proving their appre-
ciation of his worth ?
When at the close of Trafalgar's deadly, contest,
England first learned the glorious victory was her own
—bought for her by the life blood of her darling hero—
deeply, intensely did she lament his gallant fate , be-
stowed upon his senseless ashes a funeral whose splendour
was without a parallel, and since, then has ever been
erecting costly cenotaphs and proud mementos to his
honour, as if, conscious of the neglect with which through
I life she had regarded his almost superhuman efforts in
her cause, she was anxious to acknowledge to the world
how true a friend she lost when Nelson died, and offer
some atonement to his memory, nor could she have done
less. But a nobler reparation yet remains she can offer
a yet prouder memorial to her patriot than the useless
ceremonies of respect paid to his cold inanimate remains ;
she can prove her admiration of his devotion by a prompt
fulfilment of the last entreaty made to her in the agonies rendering the spontaneous offering of
of death, and, by
thy affection, and assistance to Horatia Nelson,
'she can liquidate the debt of gratitude she so deeply
owes to the sublime patriotism of her hero father. This
is what England can and ought to do. This is the right
which benevolence and justice alike demand of her, not
as the mere effusion of her enthusiasm, but as a token
HER DU TY
voluntarily rendered of her integrity, her honour, and
Englishmen, the legacy your darling hero so solemnly
bequeathed you still survives ; his child, his only child
Horatia still lives ; and, Strange and inexplicable as it
appears, lives in need of pecuniary assistance from the
very land whose proudest victory rendered her an
orphan, compelled, through the medium of a newspaper
advertisement, to solicit in behalf of herself and her eight
Children the generous assistance of the charitable. We
appeal to you, we appeal with all the earnestness of
honest indignation to the warm-hearted, intelligent in-
habitants of Britain. Englishmen, will you still continue
to neglect the only proof that now remains for you to
give, that while you boast the glory and the freedom of
your country, you do not forget the gratitude you owe
to him whose dauntless energy secured them to her ?
Will you still let Horatia live a reproach to all who own the name of Britons, and die a witness to their thank-
lessness ? Or will you come forward with one voice,
one heart—with the earnest perseverance -which has
enabled you to accomplish so many noble deeds, and,
rejecting, as degrading to the child of Nelson, the con-
tracted .sphere of private philanthropy, appeal to the,
benevolence of Parliament—ask from thence provision
for Horatia, and render her the long-neglected tribute
of your honour and affection, free and disinterested as
the zeal, the loyalty, the life, her patriot sire devoted
unto us, and UNIVERSAL as the victory his courage pur-
chased for us by his death ?—that fathers, when they
read to their wondering and admiring children the
history of his glorious career, no more shall need to
close the book abruptly, and blush for England's un-
atoned .neglect, while they repeat his last awl, exqui-
sitely-touching words—" Never forget Horatia I
AN ENGLISHWOMAN.

A DARING THlEF.—George Bell Badger, who, for a
length of time has attended Darlington and the neigh.
bouring markets—was arrested there on Monday, the
28th ult., on a charge of taking from a farmer's cart 1
boll of wheat, but was acquitted. On Wednesday, the
9th inst., he was again arrested at Stockton-on-Tees for
stealing wheat from different agriculturists' carts. After
a strict search, ii bolls were found in his possession,
which he had been seen offering for sale. lie was com-
mitted to Durham gaol for trial at the next assizes,