The Sun.
London, England, 1836-03-15 00:00:00

SURREY SESSIONS.

These Sessions commenced yesterday morning at the
Court House, Newington, before Robert Hedger, Esq.,
Chairman ; Major Beauclerk, M.-P.; Mr. Hawes, M.P.':

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and several Magistrates. The calendar is not remarkably
heavy, and the offences are of the ordinary description.
The prisoners were reported to be all well. The few
trials heard, for larcenies in the lower parts of the county,
were of no public interest.

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

B O TV- STREET.

Yesterday a lad about 16 years of age presented himself
before Mr. HALLS, to apply for an assault warrant against
John O'Connell, Esq., M.P. for Youghal. The youth was
accompanied by a middle-aged female, who introduced her-
self as Miss Ellen Courtenay, the mother of the applicant.
The complainant being desired to state the grounds of
his application said his name was Henry O'Connell, and on
Sunday morning be was walking in Cavendish-street, when
he saw Mr. Daniel O'Connell and his son John on the op-
posite side of the way, On a sudden Mr. John O'Connell
quitted the arm of his and witness's father, and ran over to
witness, seized him by the cloak, and beat him very se-
verely over the shoulders with his umbrella, and tore his
cloak. He would have beaten him more severely but for
Mr. Daniel O'Connell, who came across the street and said,
" John, John, don't beat the boy any more," and he then
let him go. This was the assault of which he bad to
complain.

Mr. HALLS—You say your name is Henry O'Connell,
and that Mr. John O'Connell left the arm of his and your
father to come over to you. Then Mr. John O'Connell is
your brother, I presume ? Complainant—Yes, Sir.
Fall the officer said he was a step brother, or rather half
brother.

Mr. HALLS—Are you a son of Mr. Daniel O'Connell ?
Complainant—l am, Sir. _

Mr. HALLS—A natural son ? Miss Courtenay stepped
forward, and with much energy said, " Yes, Sir, he is my
son by Mr. Daniel O'Connell. I have in my hand a pam-
phlet explaining the whole of the matter, and"—
Mr. HALLs—I cannot hear anything about that. Had

you (to complainant) given Mr. John O'Connell any pro-
vocation before he assaulted you? Complainant—None
Whatever. •

Mr. HALLS—Had you at any time insulted or offended
him in any way? Complainant—Never, Sir.
Mr. HALLS—Was there any previous quarrel or dis-
pute between you? Complainant—None whatever.
Mr. HALLS—What age are you? Complainant—Be-
tween sixteen and seventeen.

Mr. HALLS—Of course you are aware of the nature of
an oath ? Complainant—Oh, certainly.
Mr. HALLs—Are you prepared to swear to the truth
of the statement you have made ? Complainant—l am, Sir.
Mr. HALLS—Then you are entitled to a warrant.
The warrant was then granted, and placed in the hands
of Fall to execute.
THE UNSTAMPED PftEss.—Sarah Wilson and Ellen
Birmingham, two very respectable-looking your, women,
the former the daughter of a printer, were brought up by
Shackell, charnd with having in their possession three
quires each of the Twopenny Weekly Despatch and the
Weekly Times unstamped newspapers.
The defendants said nothing.
Mr. HALLS said it was most disgraceful that young
women, apparently so respectable, should be placed in such
a degrading situation by those who employed them. If those
who ,were concerned in the unstamped press wished to bring
the question which now occupied so much of the public at-
tention fairly to an issue, let them step in the breach them-
selves and meet their opponents op ally, and not send forth
young females to assist in what he must call (at present)
their dishonest courses. It was highly disgraceful. He
should not now punish the defendants, but if they appeared
again before him on a similar charge, he should certainly
send them to prison.
They were then discharged, and the papers detained.
Mr. Roebuck, M.P., called in the course of the morning
to request an order to see a man named Reeves, a dealer in
the unstamped papers, who was committed last Saturday
week for assaulting Shackell in the execution of his duty.
The order was granted, and the Hon. Member then ob-
tained leave to see the depositions upon which the commit-
tal took place, which he read over very attentively, and re-
tired to visit Reeves.

MARLBOROUGH-STREET.
Jonas Watkins, a very bilious-looking journeyman shoe-
maker, brought Mrs. Mary Davis, a rosy-checked well-
looking woman, before Messrs. DYED,
and CONANT, for
having threatened, on more than one occasion, to "serve
him out," and also for having well thumped him last pan-
cake day with a piece of carpet.
Your Worships," said the complainant,," I cant make
along statement, because, unfortunately, I've got an impe-
diment in my speech. I shall only say that every lodger in
the house where I live always respected me until three
weeks ago, when the defendant and her husband came to

live there. Since that time I've led the life of a dog, and
I'm compelled to claim your Worship's protection. On the
very first day, when I went up stairs, I found a pair of pat-
tens had been placed on the landing ; but, not wishing to
make myself disagreeable, I took no notice of the circum-
stance. On the second morning, a long broom was also
hung there, and a day seldom passed that I didn't either
fall over a pail or a scrubbing brush. Not more than a
week, or certainly ten days, hadn't elapsed before I found
a large sack, which at first I thought was a feather bed,
but after a minute investigation I discovered it was nothing
else than a sack of chips."
Mr. CONANT—What has all this to do with your. COM.
? Come to the assault at once. Complainant—l'm
coming to it your Worship as fast as the impediment in my
speech will let me. The next morning as I was going up
stairs, Mrs. Davis hollerd out, " There goes that Gld rascal
who pisoned his wife with his messes, and who wants. to pison
me ;" and to give your Worship an idea of the atrocious con-
duct I've suffered, I will just say that I lost -my p;rinstone
very mysteriously, and after looking for it two day s I found it
in the dusthole.

Mr. CONANT —Come at once to the assault. Complainant
—l'm coming as fast as possible. On the next morning L
was going into my bedroom in the dark.
Mr. DYER—At what time ? Complainant—About five
minutes after the milkman came.
Mr. DYER—And what time did the milkman come?
Complainant—Just after I'd opened the shop.
Mr. DYER—Ansiver me, man, at what hour do you
mean ? Complainant—Oh, about six o'clock in the morn-
ing. I was feeling for the key-hole, when I received a
great thump at the back of my head, and, on turning
round, there I saw Mrs. Davis, with a roil of carpet in her
hand. This is the assault, and my witnesses are ready to
come forward.
A funny little woman, evidently on the fidgets to give her
testimony, pushed her way towards the Bench, and said
" I'm Mr. Watkins's witness, your Worship, and I'm coed
a purpose to give my evidence."
Mr. DYER—WeII, what have you to say ? Witness—
Why, I can prove all abbut finding the grinstone in the
dusthole.
Mr. DYER—Do you know anything about the assault ?
Witness—Oh, dear no, I was not present.
Mr. DYER—WeII, then, we will dispense with your state-
ment. What have von to say to the charge, Mrs. Davis ?
Defendant—l deny Shaving assaulted Mr. Watkins. He is
a most disagreeable man, peeping, prying, and mischief-
making ; and if he don't leave the place, I will. Besides,
he's done me a private injury.
Mr. DYER—What do you mean by a private injury ?
Defendant (holding up a sack)—Look here ; he's burnt a
hole in the bottom of my bag, and now it won't hold my
husband's chips.
Mr. DYER—I can make neither head nor tail of this
case. You must get your husband to enter into sureties for
your good behaviour, and then the warrant is discharged.