The Sun.
London, England, 1836-05-05 00:00:00

LA2IIBETII-STREET.

Yesterday morning, previous to the arrival of the Magis-
trates, Mr. Ford applied at this _office, for the purpose of
ascertaining if the Bench could render him any assistance
under the following circumstances :—From the statement
of Mr. Ford, who has been occasionally the lessee of some
of the metropolitan minors, it appeared that he has lately
taken a small theatre at Brentford, made every preparation
to open it on Tuesday night, and on the preceding day
bargained with a Jew in Whitechapel to furnish the dresses,
Ste. The terms agreed on were, that the Jew should be
always paid a night in advance ; and, in order that there
should be no disappointment, he at once paid the advance,
and the dresses were to be sent in time for the performance.
The doors were opened at the time appointed, and the
house began to fill rapidly, but no dresses had at the time
arrived. Another hour passed without the appearance of
the clothing -from the Jew, and the audience becominF,
vociferous (it being an hour and a half behind the time
appointed for the rising of the curtain), Mr. Ford was
obliged to make an apology for the unavoidable delay, and
ultimately to get rid of the audience by returning the
money paid. On that (yesterday) morning be applied to
the Jew, who refused to either return the money or give
him any explanation, and he now wished to know if he
could not _proceed against him for obtaining money under
false pretences.

Mr. Osman, the chief clerk, told him he must go to the
Court of Requests, a course which he (Mr. Ford) said he
would adopt, and left the office.

MARLBOROUGH-STREET.
A brandy-faced Irish basket-woman, named Kitty Welch,
bellowing as if in some desperate affliction, and pretty con-
siderably disguised in liquor, yesterday presented herself
before Mr. CHAMBERS, to " ax if he was his honour the
Magistrate was transported her children."
Mr. CHAMBERS—What do you mean? Kitty—Bekase
if you are, plaze sind a warrant to make Nelly Byrne come
foment you, and bind her over to the pace.
Mr. CHAMBERS—What has she done? Kitty—She
tuck away me carakter in the face of the public ; she called
me at the corner of Leg-alley, a false shwearing ould
b—, and said I tuck a false oath and transhported
me
mtehis,tl certificate for the
marriage fines—and this,
daughter. - Here, your Honour (taking a bundle of papers
mtroanther
last
hospital, and then let me ax ye if I look like a Use-swear-
t),
ing. old ?
qpuoacrkteer9; rrae(slactet,hias—nd
Mr. CHAMBERS—I suppose you said something provok-
ing first ? Kitty—Not a word, your Honour. I've got a
civil tongue in the head of me, and show me any one who'll
say they ever heard Kitty Welch spake a bad word to
man, woman, or child.
Mr. CHAMBERS—WeII, come here when you are sober.
Kitty—Sober is it you mane. Sorrow the drop I've tasted
this blessed wake. .

Mr. CHANIBERs—Why the gin is running out of your
eyes. Kitty (in a rage)—Gin ; why you thief of the world, .
you drink more gin than me. The fly away aid the
likes of you, do you think l'm after coming
here—
As it was quite evident the applicant was about to open
the flood-gates of Log-alley eloquence, one of the officers
Jaid hold of her,,and'after a smut struggle placed her out-
side the office,