The Sun.
London, England, 1836-09-22 00:00:00

SDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 1836.

this question ; and true wisdom consists in examining
inevitable difficulties, and not in shutting our eyes to
them. Reformers who contemplate no reform is a con-
tradiction in terms. Reformers, therefore, can only
be united by the hope of giving effect to their wishes,
and whoever tells them there is no ground for hope,
thereby destroys the motives for their union—Morn-
ing Chronicle.

CENTRAL CRIMINAL COURT.

NEW COURT.

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Robert Sanzs, a clerk m the Bank of England, and a
mere lad in appearance, was indicted for feloniously marry-
ing Caroline Hamblin, his wife Kesiah being then and now
alive.

Elizabeth Mortimer resides at No. 81, Seymour-place ;
and on the 6th of July, 1833, she went to Paddington
Church, where she witnessed the marriage between the
prisoner and Keziah Mason, whom she saw alive yesterday.
By Mr. DOANE—Had not known the prisoner long
before his marriage ; nor did she hear the publication of
the banns. His father was not at the wedding. Believes
the prisoner was a minor at the time. Neither of the two
wives promoted this prosecution. They both wish to re-
commend him to mercy. The prisoner was considered a
respectable youth.
Caroline Hamblin (the second wife) lives at 18, Bryan-
ston-street, and is a tobacconist. He represented himself a
single man, on the 27th of June last. She had suffered
nothing in point of property from her short connection
with the prisoner.
By Mr. DOANE—Has no desire that he should be pu-
nished. The present prosecution was instituted by her re-
lations, without her consent.

The Jury returned a verdict of Guilty.
The COMMON SERGEANT consulted Alderman Atkins
for some time as to what punishment should be awarded
to the prisoner, who was eventually told he would not be
transported.

The other cases tried Cid not possess any public interes

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

MANSION-HO USE.

A little woman, named Frances Brittain, who has been a
sort of hanger-on upon the inhabitants of Doctor's Com-
mons for many years, was brought before Mr. Alderman
KELLY, charged with having presented a popular begging
petition at a banking-house, in Lombard-street.
The defendant went into the banking-house with her pe-
tition, round which was a piece of black crape, and ad-
dressed the gentlemen in rhyme upon the subject of her
necessities, which the poor laws, although they professed to
relieve the destitute, did not all alleviate. As the parties
in the banking-house neither fancied poetry nor mendicancy,
they directed the police to clear her out, and as she became
most annoyingly poetical, and could not pronounce the letter
"r," she was hurried off to the Mansion-house, from whence
many persons have been removed for their inventive powers
exercised in another way to the gaol of Newgate. From
the moment she was taken into custody she seemed to be
in the highest degree inspired.
Alderman KELLY—Was she tipsy, officer. Witness—
Not in the slightest degree. I have never seen her intoxi-
cated, but she is quite amongst the poets. She'll go on for
hours if not interrupted.
Mr. Hobler—No, she never drinks. If she did, she
might lose the vibratory poxer cf her tongue, and I think
that would be the end of her. We have had her here a
great many times withi❑ the last twenty years, and I fear
those who used to contribute to her support are all dead.
Defendant—l believe, your Lordship, you and Mr. Nob-
ler are the only friends I have left. For your sakes I was
trying to make a few pence in Lombard-street ; but you
see what is the fate of my petition, although I defy any one
to say that I am an impostor.
Alderman KELLY—You know that you are wrong in
making such applications.
Defendant—Will you tell me what to do? Fair, honest,
and still able to work, in my case those two qualities are of
no service. What on earth am Itodo ? Throw poverty
to the dogs ; its a physic that I have been long used to.—
( A laugh.)
Alderman KELLY—There are '2s. for you, but you must
drop this petition trade.

Defendant (pocketing the money)—l'll never disgrace
your money, my Lord, by asking a farthing until it is all
gone.—(Laughter.) But appetite returns, and I owe my
landlord eleven weeks' rent.

Alderman KELLY—I suppose that you cleared very little
rent by your poetry? Defendant—Nothing at all in my
parish. Doctors' Commons is a bad spot for the muses.
They have such bad taste there that I think they'd put me
in the watchhouse if I spoke a word of rhyme. I'd stand a
much better chance in Billingsgate.
Mr. Nobler—How old are you now ; sixty ? De-
fendant—When I am cold and hungry I feel much beyond
sixty, I assure you ; but I don't know my age. I must go
on with the old system when my money is out, I am afraid,
Mr. Hobler, except you give me something to do.
Alderman KELLY—Why, what can you do besides
writing poetry ? Defendant—Besides writing poetry Do
you call that nothing ?—(A laugh.) I can do more—l
can teach people to write poetry.
Alderman KELLY—WeII, whatever you do, you must
not annoy people of business. If you are in necessity you
have a claim upon your parish, whatever people may say to
you, and I advise you to act accordingly.
Defendant—When beggars apply for parochial relief
The welcome you meet is, " You rascally thief
Why don't you work or beg, borrow, or steal,
Of those that are able to pay for your meal."
Only pass by the parish the devil may care,
If you feed with a Bishop or feed with a bear.
—(Laughter.)
Alderman KELLY—You had better give me back those
two shillings for some more deservinc, person.
Defendant—l'd willingly do so, but that I think people
would never forgive me for being such a fool.—(Laughter.)
Mr. Hobler—l'd have you try the press now that the
stamp is reduced, for I know some people to be paid for
worse stuff at the enormous rate of a penny a line.
Defendant—God bless you, Mr. Hobler, you always give
me good advice, as well as something to keep the wolf from
the door.

" Long life to you my good old clerk, with your pen stuck in
your ear,
May your money increase from day to day, and your children
from year to year."
Sappho then retired.