The Sun.
London, England, 1840-12-31 00:00:00

PARIS POLICE..

WAIT FOR MY COUNSEL. An old weaver was
lately brought before the Correctional Tribunal of Po-
lice, on a charge of obstructing the officers of justice in
the execution of their duty. The crier of the Court
called on this case, and every time his name was called
the prisoner requested a short delay, to await the arri-
val of his counsel. This delay brought on nearly the
usual hour of closing the Court, and the President
would no longer wait, but insisted on its proceeding,
when the following colloquy took place :
President—Pierre-Adrien Vincenot, you are charged
with an assault on the military who were conducting
you to the guard-house ; what have you to say to the
charge ?
Vincenot—Be quiet, if you please. I wish my coun-
sel were here, he would reply to_you.
You-base no—need of a counsel - to enable you to
answer may questions.—l did not engage a counsel to
E peak myself. Wait a little, he will reply to you.
Gendarme—The old man had drunk like a corps of
drummers. I therefore treated him with all the gen-
tleness I could. I said to him "Go home and go to
bed, my good man, you are an old hog." Instead of
being grateful to me for my good advice, he said that if
I did not be off and let him alone, he would pummel
me well, called me all sorts of opprobrious names, said
he would carve me into as many pieces as I had buttons
on my uniform, and a variety of other abuse.
Viucen9t—l wish my counsel were here, you would
not then chatter in that way, he won'd soon stop your

mouth.
President—Well, well, but do you deny the truth
of the charge brought against you?
Vincenot—Let it pass, let it pass. I shall have
nothing to say to it. My counsel will explain the
whole affair.
It appears that you were in a complete state of in-
toxication ?—My counsel will tell you all about that.
You persist then in not replying to the questions I
put to you 2—(Vincenot rising hastily.) Oh, here
comes my counsel. Oh no, I am mistaken, it is

not him.
White the prisoner was looking anxiously round for
the arrival of his counsel, the Court, tired with delay,
condemned him to a week's imprisonment and 161. fine.
lie was much disconcerted at this decision, but coo••
forted himself with the expression that his counsel
would let the Court know what he though of the

decision.
flow TO RECOVER LOST TritE.—What will not
woman do when under the influence of rage ? Purees
quid femina passit Mlle. Merette, a modern Her-
(Moue, enraged beyond ail endurance that the ardour of
her Pyrrhus (in the form of a young journeyman shoe-
maker named Lecarollet) should hare cooled and as-
sumed towards her the frigidity of the present ChriSt-
mas weather, summoned him before the Correctional
Police a few days since on a charge of robbing her of a
gold watch.
The prisoner, on being placed at the bar, cast a look
of the coldest disdain on the slighted fair one, but
which, however, was not icy enough to chill her rage ;
on the contrary, it tended to bring on t, still greater
rise in the temperature of her blood, which soon
mounted above fever beat.
The President requested her to hold up her right
hand in token of swearing to what she was about to
state?
Merette—Oh yes, Sir, I know all about that.
President—You swear to speak the truth ?
Merette—Gentl‘tmen, I am your most obedient—this
rascal Lecarellet—
Lecarellct—lt is a very pitiful affAir, my dear, that
you are about. This is all I have to say to you.
Merette—That may be. But this is the business.
That gentleman there has witched my watch, and it is
not every day that one has a gold watch worth 53
francs to lose for an ugly-faced fellow like that. I had
formed an unfortunate intimacy for a month with that

being—
Lecarellet—l feel obliged to you!
Merette—Silence, guilty one, if you please. I am
going on with my complaint. There was no reason
why I should be robbed of my Watch. I declare that
he stole my watch. I have said the word, and I will
not retract. That man there stole my watch.
Lecarellet—Wl:en a thing is given it is given. You
gave me the watch, and I considered that 1 had a right
to do what I chose with it. I sold it puhliely ; besides
wit eh, one of your old cronies, named Jerome, told me
that it was only pinchbeck when lie-vgave me a guard
to wear with it.
Merette—Now, is it all probable that I should have
given a watch, and a gold one too, to such a being as

you ?
• Lecarellet—That being that you talk of had a watch
of his own, which be got rid of, and spent the pro-
ceeds for your amusement without regret. You gave
me the watch in question that I might know the hour,
and be more punctual Co my appointments with you, as
you said I was always behind my time, I sold it, I
tell you, one day, when toy passion began to cool, and
I no longer wished to retain your keepsake..
I
The prisotrir then brought forward the aforenanted
crony Jerome, who declared that Merette had told hint
one day that she had given it to her sweetheart Leca-
relict, and when he saw it in his pocket he immediately-
recognised it. This was overwhelming influence against
poor Merette, whose charge was dismissed. One con-
solation was, however, afforded her for the loss of her
lover, for Lecarellet in a dignified, and what he meant
to be a theatrical tone, exclaimed, " It was'ordy justice
and my rights that I wished for. Having obtained that,
I atn content—there, woman—there is your watch ; I
disdain to keep it—and as for you, I have the honour
to wish you a good day."
Poor Merette pocketed the watch, and left the Court,
very crestfallen, however, at the loss of her swain.

SOUP.—The giving away soup to the starving
poor, we sec, is becoming general both in England and
Scotland. Such acts of charity are' commendable. But
with our taxes on food, our expensive Church establish.
ment, and the costly machinery of the Government, many
of the poor will not fail to recollect that :there is such a
thing as taking with a bucket, and giving with a spoon.