The Sun.
London, England, 1836-08-16 00:00:00

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

AJAR YLEB ONE.
Charles Lewen, a tall, fashionably-dressed young man,
was placed at the bar charged with stealing several yards of
linen and other articles, the property of the Countess Con-
stantia Clifford, residing at No. 3, Lower Seymour-street,
Portman-square.
Mr. RAWLINSON, after some severe but well-timed re-
marks as to the practice of allowing servants' visitors to
have the run of the house, whereby families were frequently
robbed, ordered the prisoner, who denied the charge, to be
remanded till that day week.
John Hayter, a young man who has undergone several
examinations on a charge of embezzling in various sums
the amount of 401. belonging to his master, Mr. Ross, chi-
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prisoner was fully committed to Newgate for trial.

MARLBORO U GH-STREET.
A DOG-DAY RUMPUS.—Mrs. Phcebe Mackintosh, fat,
fiery-faced, and fifty, brought her lodger, Mrs. Jane allason,
before Mr. DYER, for having, in the first place, threatened
do her job," secondly
', callinm her " a squinting old
door mat.
fazzot," and, last.ly, persisted in ,placing her patters on the

The parties were all at the office a few days since, but
their situations were then reversed, the complainant appear-
ing as defendant, and vice versa.
Mrs. Mackintosh, her visage inflamed partly with wrath,
and partly with something that (lid not smell like pump
water, proceeded to state at length her fears of her lodger,
and then dwelt with great warmth on the ground of corn-
Plaint she had against her with respect to leaving her patters
on the mat. If she walked into the passage—whether in the
morning, noon, or night—she was sure to find the patter's
on the mat, placed there by her lodger for no other purpose,
she verily believed, than that she might tumble over them.
She bad remonstrated, threatened, and prayed the defend-
ant to find another place for them. She had pitched them
into the yard, the cellar, and occasionally the gutter, but all
to no purpose, the patters, like the slippers iu a well• known
" Arabian Nights'" tale, being invariably discovered the

next moment in the same anal apropos situation. On Sa-
turday night last, intending to have a private pick, she
went to a cook-shop for some hot pickled pork and pease-
pudding. On her return, while groping about in the passage
in the dark, she stumbled over the omnipresent pattens, and
down she came on the broadest part of her person with all
the eeleiity and effect of twenty stone, capsized her savory
supper, and breaking the basin into the bargain. The first
impulSe of her passion was to seize the, tormenting pattens,
and, sending them with a bang against the defendant's
door, to wish, in an audible voice, that the owner was in a
warmer situation than she then occupied. Mrs. Mason ran
out of her• room, seized the pattens, and, brandishing them
over complainant, swore that on the first convenient oppor-
tunity she would make " two" of her skull. This was the
threat complained of.
• Mr..DYER—WeII, if any one is present who heard the
threat used, I will hear the corroboration.
A straight-haired personage, with a capacious mouth
stepped forward and said, " Perhaps your Lordship will
allow me to state all I know. Your Worship couldn't se-
lect any one who can give more evidence than myself."
Mr. DYER—Very well. bear what you have to say.
Witness—About half an hour before the rumpus, Mrs.
Mason sent her little boy for half-a-pound of moist. sugar,
and when he came back she sent him out again fur a
ha'porth of milk—no, I'm wrong. I beg pardon, your
Worship, she sent him out for the milk first and for the
sugar afterwards.
Mr. DYER—Don't tell me such stuff as that, man. Did
you hear any threat used ? Witness—No, the row was
over before I came home.
Mr. DYER—You may go away then. Now, Mrs.
Mason, what have you to say ? Defendant—She won't
let my pattens remain on the mat.
Complainant—Ph die first. You shan't put your pat-
tens on my mat.
Defendant—Then why do you hang your mop against
my parlour door ?

Mr. DYER—This silly case had no business to come
before me. You must be very fond of spending your money
to lay it out in warrants for such silly affairs. Go home
and live peaceably ; the warrant is dismissed.
The complainant went out of the °flied in a fume, de-
claring that no lodger should leave her pattens on the mat.