The Sun.
London, England, 1848-02-02 00:00:00

BOW-STREET.

A young man, named Sylvester Walsh, of respect-
able appearance, and described as a clerk, living in
Newman-street, Oxford-street, was placed at the bar
before Mr. Jardine, charged with having fired a
loaded pistol at Emma Summers, at a brothel in Bow-
street, (a brief account of which appeared in 7'he
Sun of yesterday).
The prosecutrix stated that she lives in Wellington-
terrace, Waterloo-road, and is an unfortunate girl.
Between twelve and one o'clock that morning she was
accosted by the prisoner, near the Lyceum Theatre,
and invited to accompany him to "the Brunswick,"
well known resort of prostitutes in Bow street, nearly
opposite the Royal Italian Opera• house. They
were shown into a room
upstairs and the
prisoner sent for a pint of wine which
they drank together. liethen took a ring from
on
his finger and placed it hers, asking
pint o
her to
f
ng
accept it as a present. After
this
wine was sent for. While sitting together secondeer she ob-
served something like the top of alarogge stick project-
ing from his breast-pocket, and asked what it was.
He at first made no answer, but presently drew out a
large pistol, and laid it upon the sofa. She inquired
why he carried such a thing as that about with him,
and he replied, " Oh, merely for protection." After
they had been sitting and talking together nearly two
hours, they undressed and got into bed. In about ten
minutes afterwards he rose from the bed, and she got
out after him. He then threatened to shoot her if
she got up. She replied, " You don't mean that,"
believing that he was only speaking in jest. He said,
" Don't I, though ?" and immediately took up the
pistol and presented it at her head. She stooped hur-
riedly, and the pistol was fired, its contents passing
over her head. She made a rush towards the door,
and he caught hold of her, exclaiming, " That he
would fire it once more, and then it would do for her."
The report of the pistol and her cries for help brought
the servant and porter to the door, and she ran to
them for protection. The prisoner and herself were
undressed at the time. _ _

By the )MAGISTRATE,,--I have been since shown
the hole in the wainscoting of the room through
which the bullet passed. It is just behind where I
was standing when the prisoner fired the pistol, and
about as high up as my shoulders. I was perfectly
sober. My clothes were brought to me by the ser-
vant after I had run out of the room. We had not
had any quarrel, but had been on perfectly friendly
terms.

Cross-examined (by an attorney's clerk who ap-
peared for the prisoner)--I left home about ten
o'clock in the evening, and had been walking about
till I met the prisoner, but had not taken anything to
drink. I had never seen the prisoner before. I
drank two glasses of wine with him. We were to-
gether about two:hours in all. We had been in bed
about ten minutes when he got up. I had no inten-
tion to leave the room when I rose. Scarcely a
moment elapsed between his presenting and firing off
the pistol. I have no idea what could have been his
motive.
John Beesley, the porter at the Brunswick, de-
posed, that he was sitting down stairs at about ten
minutes past one, when he heard a very loud noise,
like something heavy falling on the ground. He
went up stairs, and saw the young woman, Emma
Summers, running out of the room undressed. He
asked what was the matter, and she said the gentle-
man had fired a pistol at her. The chambermaid, vrho
had also hurried to the spot, then took her up stairs
to another room, and witness went to the door of the
woman's clothes. The
room, and asked for the young