The Sun.
London, England, 1836-11-07 00:00:00

INSOLVENT DEBTORS' COURT, Nor. 5

A MAN OF FASHION.-Arthur St. George French, a
young man, was opposed by Mr. Woodroffe, on the part of
Messrs. Broughton, tailors, Southampton-street ; Messrs.
Tilburry, coachmakers and livery stable-keepers ; Mr.
Smith, jeweller, Dublin ; and several other creditors. He
was supported by Mr. Cooke.
The insolvent was in his 23d year, and had upwards of
60 creditors, some of whose debts were to small amounts.
He had incurred about 3,0001. of debts in Dublin be-
fore he came of age, and his father, a resident there, had
liquidated the account. His debts were 5261., and he had
received an allowance of 2501. a-year. In November last
he was in the custody of the Marshal of the King's Bench
Prison. He obtained a day-rule, and started off to Ireland,
in the hope that his father would again settle his affairs.
The marshal was fined in several cases, and bad paid about
2001. on his account. He had now a warrant against him
for the escape. He remained at large until June. In the
interim he had incurred debts. He got about 201.'s worth
of jewellery of Mr. Smith in Dublin, and some of the ar-
ticles he had pawned, and a handsome ring be said he gave
to a lady thou living under his protection. He had h►red
cabriolets and horses, sometimes two horses a-day, when he
had:tired the first. He had three jewellers. He had several
tailors in his schedule, Mr. Ashton, Pall•mall, Messrs.
Broughton, &c. He drove up to their houses in a cab.
He had also several bootmakers. In Dublin he had left
one for another, because be said he used to make pumps
better than any other man, and another he had favoured
with his orders as "he was a fashionble maker." He had
hotel-keepers, livery-stable keepers, druggists for medicine
and perfumery, and other tradesmen had the honour of in-
sertion in his schedule.
Several of the opposing creditors were called. They
stated that the insolvent made a stylish appearance. He
was in the habit of calling on them in a cab, and they took
him for a gentleman of fortune.
The insolvent viewed the investigation with perfect non-
chalancr.
Mr. Commissioner LAW said the insolvent must be re-
manded. He had not described himself as of the King's
Bench Prison.
The case, which lasted to eight o'clock, was adjourned
sine die.

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

MANSION-HO USE.

Saturday a dustman, named Robert Swain, alias Dusty
Bob, was brought before the Loan MAYOR, charged with
having stolen a bottle of champagne and a bottle of gin, the
property of Mr. Clutton, wine merchant.
The cellarman of the prosecutor said the prisoner was,
a few days ago, employed next door to the premises in
clearing away the contents of the dust-hole. As the pro-
secutor's premises needed the aid of one of the fraternity,
and as the opportunity of having it so speedily removed
presented itself, the prisoner was employed to do the
job. In removing the rubbish, the prisoner had to pass
through an apartment in which lay two bottles of cham-
pagne, and two bottles of gin, with marked corks. The
business was scarcely completed, when the prisoner was
suspected, from his cautious manner, of meaning no good.
He was accordingly watched, the suspicion was found to
have been correct, but the circumstances of the de-
tection were very curious. The champagne and gin having
been missed, the prisoner was charged with the robbery, and
searched ; but the search of his person was fruitless. The
prosecutor then supposed that the bottles were in the dust-
cart, and, with the assistance of the prisoner himself, who
literally threw dust, and immense quantities of it too, in the
eyes of all the establishment, ascertained beyond a doubt
that the plunder was not there. The thing appeared to be
a mistake, and Dusty Bob was about to depart, complain-
ing of the injury done to his character, when his horse,
whose head was in a nosebag, began to snee:,e most vio-
lently. Bob, with great anxiety, began to pat his horse on
the neck, but the animal was not to be tranquillised, but
coughed, and sneezed, and snorted, to the surprise of the
beholders. At last a violent crash was heard in the nose-
bag, and a delightful stream of nectar flowed from it, the
predominant odour from which was that of the compound

in honour of which so mony palaces have been raised in all
parts of the town.
The LORD MAYOR—WeII, Mr. Dustman, I suppose
you will say that you knew noshing of the robbery. It was
the horse that was the thief, I suppose ?
Prisoner—l don't say the oss stole them, please your
Lordship, cause its not in the natur of the animal for to
steal liquor, whatever he might do to take a bit of hay ;
but he knoived more about the bottles nor me, 'cause they
were under his wery nose.—(A laugh.)
The LORD MAYOR—I thought you could have had no-
thing to do with the business. You merely brought your
load of dust each time from the back premises, I dare say?
Prisoner—Just so, please your Lordship ; a body would
think you were there.
The LORD MAYOR—And how do you account for the
bottles being in the nose-bag ? Prisoner (shaking his
head)—God knows, your Lordship, what knows every
thing ; but I've knowed osses to be hocussed afore now,
and their master was quite ruined by it. I never harmed
an unborn babe, but somebody bears me a grudge—that's
evident, please your Lordship ; but I don't think it's the
oss hisself.—(Laughter.)
Mary Smith, a fruitwoman, saw the prisoner while he
was working remove something from the cart to the horse's
nose bag, which has a gaping hole with a button to it, very
neatly adapted for what is called " swag." The dust which
accompanied the bottles from the cart, no doubt, caused
the sneezing, and the sneezing betrayed the thief.
The LORD MAYOR—I shall punish every robbery of this
kind as severely as I can. I cannot send this case to the
Old Bailey, as the evidence would not be sufficient to con-
vict; bat I shall send the prisoner to Bridewell for a month.
Prisoner—Then, your Lordship, I've got a favour to ax
you. Will you please to let me stay my month at the
Compter? There's sich a lot of rubbish in Bridewell, that
' no decent man would like to be seen in it.—(Laughter.)
• The LORD MAYOR—No ; you can accommodate your-
I self to every other sort of rubbish, and now you shall try the
rubbish of the treadmill.—(Laughter.)—Committed.