The Sun.
London, England, 1841-08-11 00:00:00

POLICE CORRECTIONELLE.

The night-round met on the outer boulevard, at a pro-
hibited hour, a young female enjoying a starlight prome-
nade, and contemplating •" la blonde Plor be' with no
common rapture. This romantic pastime is, unfortu-
nately, written down in the police code as " vngabondage."
The peripatetic female was lodged in St. Lazarus, and to-
day she appeared before the Correctional Tribunal. On
her name being called out, she rose and made a profound
salutation to the bench.

President—What is your name ? Prisoner—Je ne
m'appelle pas.
President—How no name ? Explain yourself. Pri-
soner—Attendez done ! attendez donc I Three years ago
they called me " Marie."
President—And to-day ? Prisoner—Je ne m'ap-
pelle pas.
President—Have you changed your name ? Prisoner
—lf I have no name, how can I change it ? One
changes when one has two things—one for the other.
President—Be more rational.

Prisoner—Ma foi! 'tis you that need to be more ra-
tional.—(Laughter.) I argue thus :—lf I have two pair
of shoes, I change 'em ; if I have only one, I can't
change 'em, suppose 'em to be rights-and-lefts ; if I have
none at all, I go bare-foot, and so would you.—(Laughter.)
C'est clair, pardi .f What ridiculous questions one gets
asked by the big wigs !—(Renewed laughter.)
President—You do not choose, then, to inform the
Court of your real name ? Prisoner—My three-years-
old-name, is it ? Marie, Marie, la petite Marie. That
was my name three years back ; but now I have no
name. Didn't I tell you ?
President—You have been arrested in the middle of
the night, wandering in the open streets. Have you no
asAint ? Prisoner—l have a furnished chamber.
President—How long had you left it before you were
arrested ? Prisoner—Three years.—(Laughter.)
President—Where have you lived these three years
past_? PrisonerNo where ; no one without a name
lives any where.
President—Where do you sleep ? Prisoner—Three
years back I slept in my yarni.
President—And since ? Prisoner—No where.
President—You pass your nights, then, in walking the
streets ? Prisoner—l creep into the alleys.
President—But it is impossible that you could sleep
there every night during the cold weather ? Prisoner—
It is three years since the winter passed away.
Prisoner—Do you know no one in Paris ? Prisoner
—I have not that honour.

President—Where do you take your meals ? Prisoner
—'--In my hand.—(Laughter.)
President—Where do you eat ? Prisoner-4 don't eat.
I have not dined these three years.

President—Come, give us some particulars as to your
" antecedents." Prisoner—" Antecedents r What's.
that ? COltila is pas !
It was discovered by the testimony of other witnesses,
that Marie had met with an afflicting bereavement, the
loss of her only infant, three years ago, and has been
completely insane ever since. Arrangements were made
for placing her in an institution.

EXTRAORDINARY CAPTURE O.F A SHARK.
----The following instance of cool intrepidity and presence.
of mind has been related to us by a gentleman who was
an eye-witness to the fact. A sailor, an African by
birth, commonly known by the name of King John, was,
about three or four weeks ago, diving in the Pass of Sa-
vanne., in search of copper from the bottom of the
schooner Louisa, which was wrecked there some
time before. On his first plunge, King John remained
a considerable time under water, and, coming up, was
observed by his comrades in a boat close by to be en-
gaged in a severe struggle with a fish, which he soon
succeeded in bringing to the boat. It was a shark of
five feet in length. King John states, that on descending
towards the wreck, he found the monster lying quietly
by the side of the vessel's hull ; fearing that he would
be soon seen or scented by the grim creature, from whose
jaws there could be no hope of escaping, the expert diver
determined at once to make a desperate effort, and, care-
fully avoiding the direction of its head, he clutched it at
the small of . the tail, and thus secured, the monster was
conveyed to the boat from a depth of six or seven
thorns water !—St. Lucia Free Pass, May 29. •.