The Sun.
London, England, 1836-07-25 00:00:00

HATTON-GARDEN:

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A MILITARY FOUR-IN-HANDER.—An application was
made to' Mr. LAING by an individual for a summons under
the following extraordinary circumstances :—The applicant
was driving in a cart near Day and Martin's blacking ma-
nufactory, Holborn, when the Birmingham mail drove
against his vehicle and did it considerable injury. He had
made inquiry and ascertained the name of the driver.
Mr. LAING—Who is the driver? Applicant—A Cap-
tain Brenton, a military officer. .
Mr. LAING—A Captain Brenton, are you sure ? Ap-
plicant—Oh! yes, your Worship, he was formerly in the
Life Guards.

Mr. LAING—I think you must be mistaken. Is it not
extraordinary that a Captain of the Life Guards should be
the drive; of a stage coach ?—Applicant—No, your Wor-
ship, I understand it is his liking, and he is in the hal-,:t of
driving the coach:
Mr. LAING—You may have the summons, but I suspect
that you are ivrong.—Applicant—l have written to the
Captain, but he will pot: repair the injury, or make any
compensation.
After the summons was granted a tall military looking
personage, with mustachios, attired " a la Dick Cypher,"
with large pearl buttons, a broad brimmed " lilley shallow,"
was observed near the office, but, we understand, rather
than appear before the " beak" he compromised the matter
and skulked off.
Jane Preston, the wife of a pig-killer of Hampstead,
was charged by George Godwin, marine-store dealer, of
Turninill-street, with having stolen a dog.
The prisoner, it appeared, was proceeding through Turn-
mill-street
on Friday evening last, when the dog common-,,
jumping at her and wagging its tail, and on reeogn;, it
as " Prinny," which she lost on Christmas nitrb:,, last, she took it up in her arms and was walking awarm
when the pro-
secutor said it was his,. and gave her h'..o custody.
Mr. ROGERS—Where did 3'P".. get the dog ? Prisoner
—lt was given to me When pup by Lord Tindal's butler.
—(Crying.) My htl-h;a. nd kills pigs for his Lordship.— (Laughter.)
Mr. RooFr-s—Then •it must be a valuable dog—(to the
proseent:ol..)_prdy where did you get fife dog ? Prose-
.. Jr—l got it from a wharfman.
Mr. ROGERS—And what name did you give it ?: Pro-
secutor—l calls- it Pincher.
Mr. ROGERS—WiIIa name does it like best? Prisoner—
Bless your Worship, it will follow me anywhere, (running
round the Court.) " Here, Prinny ; here, Prinny ;"
The animal ran after her and actually jumped into her
arms, and licked her cheek, which excited considerable
merriment, but on the prosecutor snapping his fingers and
calling " Pincher," the dog looked with a jealous eye, and
growld at him.

Mr. ROGERS thought this a strong proof of the owner-
ship.

An officer said he knew the prisoner's husband to be a
respectable pig-killer at Hampstead.
Husband—Yes, your Worship, • I am the respectableist
slaughter trot is, and I've often killed your Worship's pigs
and Lord Tindal's, and all the gentry in Hampstead wont
employ nobody else wotsomdever to do their killing.
Mr. RoGrEas (smiling)—Well, my pigs are generally
turned out well, and us Prinny seems to be so fond of
Mrs. Preston, it would be a pity to separate them, and
she might take him to Hampstead for the benefit of the air.
Prinny seemed to understand his Worship's decision, and
wagging his-tail, ran out of the offico, apparently delighted.