The Sun.
London, England, 1841-01-15 00:00:00

MARLBOROUGH-STREET.

George Glew and George Wichficld, two fresh com-
plexional, tall, powerful, and remarkably fne-grown
young men, evidently from the country, were placed at the
bar before Mr. LONG.

Police-constable, No. 54, of th^ A division, stated that
between six at,d sr vent n Wednesday evening, while on du 'y
in Hemming's-row, St. Martin's-lane, he ouservvd the sit
fertdants walking together up and down the street, for a
considerable time, and on questioning them as to what
purpose they were waiting about for, they both declared
that they were in a state of utter destitution, and bad not
tasted food of any kind for nearly three days and nights,
during which time they had been without shelter or a
resting place. Seeing that they were in a very exhausted
condition, witness took them to the station-house, where
they were supplied with a meal and lodging for the nigh'.
Defendant, Glew, said they were not begging, although
starving—they were too strong, willing, and able to work,
to beg,
It lurthet cppeared that he was from Yorkshire, and his
companion front Cheshire, and both had been at work on
the Railroads till the severe weather commenced.
Mr. LONG said the Police Constable had acted ex-
tremely right in taking them into custody. Persons must
not be allowed to perish in the street. He then relieved
them from out of his private purse, and directed the Police
Constable to proceed with them to the Mendicity Society,
with his request that their case might receive immediate
attention.

KILRUSH PETTY SESSIONS.

" Blunt—Dull on the edge, or point."
WaMer's Dictionary.

CLOSE SHAVING.—Paddy O'Brien, the cut of a biped
who in Ireland is generally designated " poor and
hearty," seized " time by the forelock," and popped into
the witness-box with the alacrity of a French Minister
pouncing upon a Palmerston blunder. Paddy looked in
excellent humour with himself, whoever else might have
incurred his displeasure, for it was as a complainant he
came forward, and Mr. and Mrs. Horrigan, after some
circumlocution, were, it was ascertained, the offending
parties. Whether it was that the gentleman happened
to be in a sedentary mood, or, which is more probable,
was conscious of his error, he begged leave to absent
himself on this occasion, and deputed his "rib" to do
the honours.

" Where's your husband ?" asked his Worship of Mrs.
H., who had countenanced as woebegone a look as she
could manage to insert into a face something of the hue
of the inside of a new boot, with a short snub nose—
what a drill-sergeant would call " well up," and a pair of
wall-eyes to match.
He's lyin' down, my Lord, your Honor," returned
Mrs. Horrigan," wid a grate impression on his heart
intirely. I':n full sure, meself, he's in for great sick-
ness, if tisn't a thing the Lord puts over id—praise to
his holy name !"
Paddy O'Brien pursed up his mouth, and, winking
his left eye twice in succession, treated himself to a pro-
longed fit of laughter. "I ax pardin, gintlemen ; oh,
be gor 1 do," he exclaimed ; " but that bates banna-
ger, so it does. Well, well, but aren't they a deludin'
sex ? What look I had, that wouldn't have a ready-
spoken woman, that way, whin I'd be in a hobble. Erra,
Mrs. Hourigan, you don't forget the bar of a varse—
" Lough Neagh hones, Lough Neagh hones,
Goes in sticks, an' comes out stones."
Eh ! warn% thins the words your husband droned out,
an' he 'lapin' me countenance ?"
The Bench intimated to Paddy O'Brien that it would
be acceptable his going into a detail of facts.
Paddy—To be sure, Sir. I'll ingage ; why not ? I
wanted to biggin' the new year well, as in jeuty bound,
an' Navin' a slight thremor in me hand, be rayson ov—
Iycb, no matther—only why wasn't Father Matthew
born 20 years ago ? Well, Sir, to shorten me story, I
wint to Ned Hourigan to shave meself, an' 1 axed him
to sharpen the rhazher first. " Never fear," says he,
" here's a hone all the ways from Belfast that a soger
gem me, 'twill give an edge that id shave a mouse
asleep ;" an' wid that he repeated the rhyme consarnin'
Lough Neagh, an' lathered meself, an' I'll engage scraped
me to that degree that I thought 'twas an oystcrshell
was thravellin' over me countenance.

..7. And," interrupted his Worship, " you grew impa-
tient at the way in which he enacted barber, and it led
to an altercation between you ?"

Paddy O'Brien, slapping his knees vehemently—
" Well, well," he said, " be all that's good an' gracious,
a body id imagine your wurchip was to the fore—that
wasjust the way ov id. See the state I'm in, Paddy ?'
says I to Misther O'Neil, the musician ov the Garry-
owen steamer, "count o' this fellow pretendin' he knew
how to shave me.' Well, Paddy O'Neil paused a minit,
• Never pretind, Ned Hourigan,' says he, to what you
don't comprehind. I reatimber a buxom young cook-
maid axed meself wanst, at Kilkie, iv I liked lobsther-
sauce. Oh, might well, Norry,' says I. • Well, then,
your hand, says she, handin' me a butther boat full ov
hi. To be sure I never seen the like used afore ; but I
grew ashamed to confess my ignorance, so I only put the
ingredients to me mouth, an' med one swig ov id, dane
and clear.. Allileu ! if ever a piper ped for it I d;d.
Wid respect to the company, I thought I'd never be
done havin' back the thrash to the same cook. I'll be
bound I was pale in the face for a fortnight afther id.
Believe me, boys, ignorance is 'after than prizumpshin:
Wasn't that sinsible o' Paddy O'Neil, gintlemen ?"

Magistrate—Don't put yourself under Horrigan's
razor again. The case is dismissed."
" See that, though ?" replied poor Paddy, with a look
of half comical dismay. " Well, well, the world is
shavin' me. Mrs. Hourigan, pace be wid you, an' a
speedy relase from that impression on his heart to your
husband ; all the harm I wish him is a frosty mornin',
cowld wather, an' a bad rhazbeer, whin he's in a hurry
to go to confissiou."—(Great laughter.)

MORNING EDITION'