The Sun.
London, England, 1831-05-05 00:00:00

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

Q UEEN-S QUARE.

On Tuesday Mistress Pcg lodger, the lady of a
highly respectable costermonger in Duck-lane, West-
minster, was charged with stealing £s sovereign from
Mistress Mary Doosey, a married lady of colour, and
near friend and neighbour.
" Des morning," said Mrs. Doosey, " I saw
Missee Bodger nar Staing-cos:, wid her boy, and I
said, of course, Missee Bodger I dreat you someting
to drinkee; of course she say veddy well ; so of
course we go in to de gin-shop, and I give her a
glass of gin, and den I go to Westminster Duck-
lane wid her to her room, and den I feel her hand in
my pocket, and den I say, somebody hab rob me,
and den her husband he talk about hint honour, and
him and her strip me all off clothes, and say I got de
sovereign ; and den I cry out ten dousand murders
for such liberty, and de police gentlemen come and
take her de prisoneer."
" Pray," inquired the Magistrate, " what is
your husband, Mistress Doosey ?"—" \Vhat my
husband," replied Mistress Doosey—" oh, he is a
larpenter."

Magistrate—" A carpenter; and where does
he work "—" You not understand me," replied
Mistress Doosey, " he talk de language for persons."
Magistrate—" You mean an interpreter."—
" Yes, yes, yes, dat is it ; your Honour know now.
lie talk de Jarman, de French"—and Mrs. Doosey
was about to enter into a long history of her hus.
band's talents and qualifications, which was fre-
quently interrupted by Mistress Badger twisting her
nose to the left, and exclaiming, " Husband, indeed!"
when the matter was cut short by
The Magis,rate, who asked Mrs. Peg Bodger
if she herself was married ?—" I won't say yes," re-
plied Mrs. Bodger ; " I loves the truth, and am a
respectable woman. I lives at No. 18, Duck-lane,
and I've lived there for 18 years, in as respectable
and vartuous a way as the finest lady in the land;
but, though I'm a vartuous woman, I loves the
truth, and I'm not married." The latter part of the
sentence was delivered with a peculiar emphasis by
the prisoner, who cast a furious glance at her sable
prosecutrix.

" But what answer have you to make to the
charge ?" inquired the Magistrate.
" Does your Worship love to hear the truth ?"
asked Mrs. Bodger. The Magistrate nodded assent.
" Then you shall have the real truth about the
matter," replied Mrs. Dodger. " I met this good
lady, wot I've noun this ten years—and, barring
that si.ri!s black, she's not a bad cowl ; and she says
to me, says she, Mrs. Badger, would you like to
take a small drop of nothing this morning?' Of course
your Worship knows I said Yes.' And so, you
see, I WAS a going to market to buy some radishes,
with my boy—a fine lad, your Worship, and quite
altered since you sent him, you know, to the House
of Correction ; he can larn any thing now—he's
more cater than ever. Well, your Worship, so in
we goes, and Mrs. Dooley, bless her, though I say
it, she calls for lots of gin."
" Well, go on with your story," said the Magis-
trate—" when the gilt came in, you drank it, I
suppose."—Your 'Worship may say that," replied
Mrs. Bodger; " but you will not believe when I
tell you what Mrs. arosey has said is false; for I
drank two glasses of gin, one after the other—shame
to me for saying so, and I hope Heaven will forgive
rue for so doing; but I like to tell the truth. It
isn't often as I drinks one glass arter the other, for
there always ought to be five minutes between each
glass. So, your Worship, arter this I sends my boy
to the market to get some ingins and radishes, and
me and Mrs. Dooley goes into a house in Chandos-
street, and there we drank four or five glasses a
piece mote, till I was so queer that I knew nothing
more of the matter."

The Magistrates inquired of the constable in what
state the parties were when he took the prisoner into
custody. _

" Both drunk, your worship," replied the constable.
" Heaven bless you," exclaimed Mrs. Bodger,
" we were both drunk, that's the truth, and no mis-
take. I w.rs terrible drunk."

The Magistrate appeared to think that Mrs.
Docsey had lost her sovereign in her gin.drinking
gambols, and, after a little advice to the prisoner,
she was discharged.
" Heaven bless your Honour," exclaimed Mrs.
Bodger, " all this trouble is owing to drinking one
glass of gin close upon another. Always rest be-
tween the glass, and its far more pleasant."—Mrs.
Bodger was about to give a dissertation on gin,
when she was abruptly removed.

THE MARKETS.

COAL MAR:
Adair's 255. 6d
Ea,t. l'crey 23 6
Ear,don 25 0
Hebbuin Ma.n ---.. 28 0
Hoiy well 25 6
Killingworth .....---...,. 30 0
iddell's 51 in —......—.. 22 6
Vont op 23 6
22 9
meld 25 0
Williogton 28 0
W I2ln 27 0
%Valls End Bell and Co. 29 0
Walls End !Sew ick e& Co. 32 0
End_Boundary
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K F: l'.—May 4.

Walls End Riddell's..-. 31s. Od.
)itto 23 0
Ditto vValkin ----. 30 9
Eden Main 27 0
Walls End Hetton 35 0
Walls End Lambton--. at 9
Walls End I. 30 9
Walla Stewart's 35 0
W. F. Rtiss.ill's Hetton 34 9
Ditto Russell's Lyon's-. 31 0
Yorw..od's Hetton 27 3
Wills End Tees •31 0
Cowlien
21 9
H tale) 26 0
I.langeonech Coal 33 0
New Flockton, Milne
and C 0.....—, 0
Silkstone '26
Stone Coal 34 0
Liddell's Trader,, 22 0
Walls End Tees Trader 00 6
ips sold, S'7%--Unsold, 67.

Mount Moor mixed— 24 6
Walls EA 8r0wn'5....... 27 6
onto Itorraton 27 6
Walls End Gosforth,-- 31 6
Ditto Heaton-----., 31 ii
Walls I!;ll(iNewmaren 29 6
Ditto Northumberland 27 6
ships at market, 9-I,,i—Shi

CiWNTRY CORN MARKETS DURING THE WEEK.

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