The Sun.
London, England, 1833-08-23 00:00:00

HATTON-GARDEN.

Yesterday Mr. Thomas Scott, an extensive watch-
manuf.ctuicr, residing at No. 20, Salisbury street,
Strand, was brought to the office in a hackney coach, in
the custody of Robinson, of G. division, followed by an
immense crowd of persons, from Rosoman street station-
house, charged by Mr. James Morgan, a master tailor, of
Meredith-street, Clerkenwell, and James Wallace, police
constable 152 G, with having assaulted them in a most
indecent manner. The case excited considerable interest,
and the office was excessively crowded by respectable in-
dividuals,

After an examination which lasted some time the pri-
soner asked if be could put in bail?
Mr. Sergeant SELLON-Certainly, it is a bailable of-
fence; but it, must he vety good bail, and forty-eight
hours' notice of it will be required.
The prisoner was then removed from the bar am!
locked up by Waddington.
Jane Gunne, a woman of prepossessing appearance,
about twenty years of age, was charged by George Findley
of G division. The officer at about two o'clock yester-
day morning found the prisoner crying and wandering
about in Calthorpe-fields, and, believing her deranged,
he took her to the station-house, whrre it was discovered
that she had cut her throat, upon which there were
three slight wounds.
The prisoner was in distress, and had been from Ireland
three months. She norked at her needle; but not being
able to get work she had been without food for two and
three days together. She had no friends, and she con-
templated self.destruction, and had made the wounds on
her throat with a razor, but her courage failed her.
Mr. Sergeant SELLON reprimanded her, and said she
should not give way to such foolish idle notions.
Prisoner (burstinst into a flood of tears)—l am not idle ;
I am willing to work.
Mr. Sergeant SELLON-Then why make such a horrid
attempt upon your life, and rush into the presence of God
with your sins upon your head ? Prisoner (trembling
and crying)—l was destitute and could get no work. I
had no food, and rather than do any thing to disgrace my-
self I thought of killing myself.
Mr. Sergeant SELLON—Had she been drinking? Pri-
soner—Oh dear no, your Worship.
Inspector Busaine—l can only say, your Worship, that
she did not smell of liquor when she was brought to the
station-house, but she portrayed evident symptoms of
insanity.
. .

Mr. Sergeant &LLCM asked where she lived ? Prisoner
--I have slept at Mrs. Cronan's, No. 8, Fox-court, Gray's
Inn-lane, since I have been in London; and I wish to go
back to Ireland.

Mrs. Cronan was sent for, and soon afterwards she ar-
rived, and described the prisoner as an industrious sobs r
girl, a beautiful hand at her needle, but could get no work,
and she gave way to melancholy ; she bad been here
three months ; in fact her description exactly corresponded
with the prisoner's, and the sympathy of Mr. Sergeant
Sellon and every body present that could feel was excited.
Mr. Sergeant SELLON asked her if she was comfort-
able at Mrs. Cronan's? Prisoner—She did everything to
make me so, but she is a poor woman, and I did not like
to press upon her. I hope I am not going to be locked
up with thieves.
Mr. Sergeant FELLON ordered that:half-a-crown should
be given to her, and she was relieved temporarily by
other persons. Ile gave her feeling and appropriate ad-
vice, and said he would make some future inquiries about
her ; and if she took care of herself and would shun such
foolish notions he would procure her a pass to her own
country, and render her further aSSiStanee.
MR. LAING, THE MactsTa..s.TE, ASti) GEORGE WA R..
',EN, A PRIVATE SOLDIER.-011 Thursday evening last,
when Mr. LAING took his seat on the Bench, a private
soldier entered the Court, and in a Yorkshire dialect said,
Plaise yer Worship, I want to ask you whether if a
woman has been brought to bed of a child two years she
can swear it to the feather ?"—(l.aughter.)
Mr. LAING—You had better send the woman herself
to ask the question.

Sddier—Why, d'ye see,
it bees tnoy sisther, and I only
want to know whether she can tin the loike?

Mr. LArso—Then I refuse to answer you the question.
Slldier—You do, do ye ? Then I'll report you to my
Commanding Officer (leaving the office.)
Mr. LAING—HaII, bring that fellow back. ;
Ball brought him back, when