The Sun.
London, England, 1831-04-08 00:00:00

AN .INTRODUCTION to BOTANY, it
a Series of Familiar Letters, with Illustrative En•

;ravings.

By PRISCILLA WAKEFIELD.
The Tenth Edition. To wh►ch is added an Appendix,
containinz a short Introduction to the Natural! Arrange-
ment of Plants.
London : Published by Harvey and Darton ; Longman,
Rees. Orme, and Co. ; Baldw►n and Cradock ; John
Harris ; Simpkin and Marshall ; and Whittaker, Teacher,
and Arnott.

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

BOW STREET.

Yesterday a young man, named Thomas John
Pottcr, who stood nearly seven feet high, was
brought before Mr. HALLS, charged with having
stolen a painting and a cloak, or dress, the property
of one William Tarlton.
Tarlton, a little irritable man, reaching to the
elbow of the prisoner, began with—" This, your
Worship, is a case of most uncommon hardship and
ingratitude as ever was heard of. You must know,
your Worship, that that there tall young man 'is
the Cumberland giant—though the fact is, your
Worship, between ourselves, .he is really a 'West
India slave-driver. I was taking a pint of half-and-
half and smoking my pipe some few weeks ago in a
public-house in Whitechapel, when lie came in a
begging. He said he had not money to pay for his
lodging, and I, thinking that he would make a good
subject for exhibiting as a giant, made a proposal to
him, which he at once agreed to. I accordingly
handed him my half-and-half, and provided him with
lodgings and money. I subsequently had a full.
length portrait painted of him, in his exhibiting robes
—to procure which, by the by, I had to send the
clothes of my wife and myself to the pawnbrokers.
Mr. HALLS observed that it must have required a
good many yards of canvass to form such a picture.
Tarlton—l can assure your Worship that the
quantity was considerable, as I felt, to my cost ;
but that was not ail, for, in order that the thing
might be done handsomely and respectably, I em-
ployed a first-rate artist, at a heavy expense, to ex-
ecute the painting.
Mr. HALLS—And of course you paid a heavy
price ?—Tarlton—l did, indeed, I paid as much as
half-a-guinea.—(A laugh.)
Mr. HALLS—Oh, it must have been a fine paint-
ing truly; bat who christened the giant ?—Tarlton
—I did, of course; 'twas I. I called hint the Cum-
berland giant, and we should have done very well if
he had not thought fit to walk off, and to take with
him the painting and exhibiting cloak.
Mr. HALLS asked by whom the cloak was made?
—Tarlton said that he found the materials, and the
prisoner put them together.
Mr. HALLS—WeII, then, he is, as well as being a
slave-driver, a tailor, and a giant _to boot.—Tarlton
replied in the affirmative, and called forward as a
witness,
A publican, who stated that the giant had occu-
pied a room in his house. This room was taken for
him by Tarlton; but the rent not having been paid,
he (witness) had taken possession of the' articles
alleged to have been stolen. He would, however,
gladly surrender them up, on receiving the amount of
his demand, for the picture was a mere daub, and
the exhibiting cloak equally valueless.
Tarlton, in a passion, declared that he had no ex-
pectation that the witness would give any such tes-
timony as'that.
Mr. HALLS—No doubt you had not, but you may
regard the matter as the failure of a sleight-of-hand
trick.
The prisoner then stated that he had- quitted
Tarlton simply because he refused to act fairly re-
specting the receipts. Tarlton was for putting all
tha money into his own pocket.
Tarlton (scornfully)—Pooh! you say you are only
IS, but any one who examines your teeth will find
that you are at least 36.
Mr. HALLS said he never knew before that the
age of giants, like that of horses, was to be disco-
vered by their teeth. The Magistrate then observed,
that there was no grounds for the charge. It arose
out of a professional trick, and he should, therefore,
discharge the prisoner.
The prisoner asked if he could have any remedy
for the false imprisonment lie had endured, and was
by the Magistrate referred to his attorney.
MAR YLEB ONE.

Yesterday Mrs. Anne Pitt, an antiquated matron,
deeply pitted with the small pox, one eye entirely
closed up, and the mulberry of her complexion re-
lieved by a large patch of sticking-plaster upon the
opposite cheek, appeared before Mr. .Gnwrrrit to
show cause why she inflicted smithy blows of a tire-
shovel upon the face of the widow Connelly,thereby
endangering the sympathy otherwise excited by a
suit of sober sables.
One entire side of Mrs. Connelly's face was
covered with patches of plaster, making it resemble
in some degree a tailor's book of patterns, and which
the curtailed dimensions of her mourning cap ren-
dered more prominent. Dropping a curtsey until
her chin nearly rested upon the bar, she began with
" Plase yer Wurchip, on Monday evening last me
an' this sire woman (pointing with her dexter
thumb over her left shoulder to a lady who snood
behind) jhust took a bit ov a walk to see the people
as was comin' from the fair, an' whin we cum back
wint into her house to rest myself. There was Mr.
Edwards there an' his doughtily:, an' the pris'nur—
an' as for her, I never seen her afore in all my life.
—(Here Mrs. Connelly spread her broad palm over
half a dozen patches of the plaster, sighing deeply
that she had met Mrs. Pitt even that once.) Well,
Mr. Edwards pronounced, as it was a holyday, we'd
have a drop o' sumthin' before I goed, an' so be-
twixt the five ov us we had jhust six pots of ale and
half a dozen quatens o' gin, an' I assure
yet. Wur-
chip we wur mighty sober and comfer• able togither."
" Mighty comfortable, no doubt," exclaimed the
worthy Magistrate, breaking the thread of the widow
Connelly's narrative, but I doubt very much your
being mighty sober—but go on."
So I will, yer Wtnehip," responded widow
Connelly ; " and I was sayin', yer Wurchip, whilsht
we wur makin' ourselves very comfortable over the,
lasht quaten, Mrs. Pitt all of a sudden jumps up an
throws her hands around --;—"
" Mr. Edward's neck l" exclaimed the Magistrate.
" Not at all, I assure ye," continued the widr
Connelly, " but around mine; she was sorry, s",
said, I lived in Lunnun so long without her bein
'quainted vidh me, an' so she hugged me an' hugged
me; an' as I likes good nature at all times.,
more
'specially whin people meet for harmony, so we
hugged one another, till at lasht she slipped.ore
hand off, an' the nexht moment I felt it in my right
pocket where I had had a sovrin an' a half. Arrah.,
by my sowl, Mrs. Pitt, says I, but this is
sort o' love ; none o' your blarney, ma'am, you a nitgoin' to be afthur robbin' me. So vidh that, yer
W
urchip, I pusht her from me,when she ups with
a great big fire-shovel, as what they put ashes un-
der the copper vidh, an' wallops me in the face vidh
it, in the way yer Honour sees," concluded the
widow Connelly, turning round the battered cheek
to the Magistrate's inspection, and combing up
with her fingers all the ringlets on that side, to af-
ford him a clearer view of the havoc Mrs. Pitt had
caused with the fire-shovel.
The worthy Magistrate having adjusted
glasses, his
awl. surveyed the devastation, acknowledged