The Sun.
London, England, 1833-10-31 00:00:00

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suspi-
cion whatever was entertained of -the prisoner by
those who associated with him.
Gwynn—Now, my Lord, you use me too harsh ;
my prosecutor was a regular bred, out-and-out vaga-
bond, who owed me money ; and as for Smith I
oh, my Lord, you little know what good I did to
repeated greatest
th astu
her.—(Laughter.) Nobody but herself can tell
what services I have done her—not a being but
herself.—( Great laughter.)
The LORD MAYOR-1-10w cruelly you have been
misrepresenteff ! But the world is made of ingrati-
tude. She thinks your goodness nothing, but the
basest villsny ; but perhaps your former prosecutor
could tell how his mistaking you for a thief origi-
nated.—(A laugh.)
Mr. Dick, an ale-merchant, had prosecuted the
prisoner at the ad Bailey. Of course the • Grand
Jury had, although the prisoner denied the fact,
found a true bill.

Gwynn—lt was a false bill.--(Laughter.)
The LORD MAYOR—Many innocent persons hive,
I know, been tried ; but many guilty ones lav2
escaped. Go on.
Mr. Lick—He had ten barrels of ate of me,
which he said were for Mr, t7nrnptnn, of Bricksiatie.
Mr. Compton refused to take in, and thon the
prisoner took off the carman to another !muse, and
disposed of the ale. I had him apprehended for
the robbery; but word was afterwards brought to
me, that he had an aunt of great properly, who,
understanding that he was in a scrape with me,
;wished to know the snout), of ,the propery defi-
cient. In my-hurry f wrote down th-ellarii-OrSll.,
and this memorandum was produced on the trial,
and
itsiieaGnpltirvteliyisionewnorale_msrmjiao,ociinitni tetlredlatltsliecl;(:iloal7ur t t laughter, in whichh
myheWhy
owed me
mTehtav,t,eDnitcyk.
five pounds, and says I to him, let me have it in
ale, and I'll get rid of the stuff; so he did, and I took
it to Compton's, but couldn't get my price for it,
and of course I took it elsewhere.

The LORD MAYOR—That was equal to the tricks
of your great master. You are clever, but I'll
stop you.
Gwynn—You are too hard upon me. Upon my
word you are, my Lord ; I never acted unlike a gen-
tleman. These are all lies.

Mr. Pierce, a stationer, said that the prisoner
had defrauded him of property, and that the dupli-
cates were found in the possession of Coster, one of
whose agents Gwynn notoriously was.
Gwynn—Tut, tut—it's all lies together. The3e
people are imposing upon you, my Lord.
Mr. Pierce—l'll follow you to the end of the
world. He palmed himself upon us as a mat: of
large estates, and helind Handcock, and Robinson,
and Atkinson, have been in partnership together,
carrying on Coster's business.

Gw}rnn—Oh, you be cursed.---(Great laughter.)
The LORD .MAYOR—We'II see whedier we can't
get other cases against you. I'd rather meet with
a man of the world like you, who can work upon the
errors and infirmities of man than with a hundred
pickpockets—you are of the vermin I am proud to
hunt.—(Laughter.)
Remanded till Friday.
QUEEN-SQUARE.

A millwright, named John Jones, residing at No.
9, New-street, New-cut, was brought up from the
L division station-house, and charged with violently
assaulting Mr. Lloyd, an auctioneer and appraiser
of Hatfield-street, Blackfriars-road, while in the
execution of his duty.
The Magistrates called upon the defendant to pay
a fine to the King of .51., in default of which he was
locked up.
A PICKPOCKET'S REQUEST.--A little urchin,
named Osborne, was charged by a gentleman with,
endeavouring to steal his handkerchief. The pro-
secutor felt the prisoner's band at his coat pocket,
and instantly turned round and seized him by the
collar. The little scoundrel begged hard to be let
go; but the prosecutor declined doing so, and told
him he slulld hand him over to the police. " No,"
said the Moner, "pray don't give me in charge,
but give me a box on the ear and let me go." Not-
withstanding this far from unnatural request was
delivered in the most supplicating mariner, the gen-
tleman was inexorable, and the boy was taken to the
station. An inspector recognised him as a reputed
thief, and the magistrate committed him to prison
for two months.

A traditional anecdote, preserved in the fa-
mily, and communicated by the present Duke of Newcas-
tle, will afford a pleasing in,tance of the easy and kind
condescension with which Mr. Pelham behaved to his
domestics. He had sent for his coachman to give him
some orders Whilst he was specking the man suddenly
drew out his watch, and, glancing a look at it, abruptly
broke off the conversation by exchiming—" Sir, it is my
time, and I must go and drive my children in the carriage."
" Richard (said Mr. Pelham), the time and the carriage
may be yours, and so may the bores and other things, but,
my good Richard, do let the children be my
Quarterly Review.

On Saturday last the gunpowder warehouse of
AUssrs. Cooper and Hurley, at Uxbridee, was broken open
.nd plundered. About 25 one pond cannisters of one sort
:.f gunpowder ; 50 one pound cannisters of another sort;
25 of another sort ; and about 100 lb. of loose gunpowder,
aken from casks, were carried away. The watehouae or
,t,s !nine is at a .tisrance from any other building, in the
*entre of an orchard.

THE MOTHER AND HER INFANT.—" And
then," resumed Mahiette, " Paquette's infant had not
pretty feet only. I saw her when abe was only four
months old—she was a perfect little love. She had eyes
larger than her mouth, and such charming fine black
hair, that was curling already. She'd have made a brave
brunette at sixteen Her mother grew fonder and fonder
.1f her every day. She hugged her, kissed her, tickled
her, washed her, dressed her our, devoured
_her. She
thanked God for giving her this biby. In fact, it quite
turned ber head. Its pretty rosy feet especially—there
was wondering without end—a very intoxication of joy.
She was always pressing her lip• to them, always admiring
their littleness. She would put them into the little shoes, take
them out again, admire them, wonder at them, hold them
up to the light—pity them, while she was teaching them
to step one before the other upon her bed, and would
gladly have pissed her life upon her knees, cowling and
oncovering those little feet, as if they'd been the feet of
in infant Jesus."—Effiinghant Wilson's Edition of
Victor Hugo's Notre- Dame.

A FRENCH MARRIAGE PARTY.--In our
present tour—for we have now been talking of older ex.
perience—we had the good fortune to fall in with a
marriage party proceeding to Honfleur to spend the white
day of their lives. They were of a class higher than pea-
santry, but lower than the gentry, although dressed—at
least the females—with absolute extravagance. This,
however, is nothing uncommon in Normandy, where a
servant girl frequently carries the whole of her earnings in
the form of lace upon her head. It would have been im-
possible for us to have discovered, among the three lovely
and most radiant faces before us, that of the bride, had we
•rot remarked the different species of homage which she
,eceived from her attendant. The oblations offered to
the other young women were a mixture of politeness,
gallantry, and even love, which they accepted with
proud consciousness, mingled with a playful and
graceful coquetry. Oa her part there was a grave,
calm, earnest fondness in the look which she fixed
upon her betrothed ; and, when she did not look, We
c u d see a shade uponitrey avvt:henheii,
;hfhabheeii.grrrtalib faceorvoewr and
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and watched with intenseep"
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ms true as steel ; he -held her head while she leaned over
he vessel's side; and the first thing she Aid when she got
up again, with white cheeks anctteafful,e&;, tea, to thank.
,irn for his kindness with a kis% In Vrarree this is •
nothing.—Leitch Ritchie's Travelling ,Sketches i 4
Heath's Picturesaue AnnuaL