The Sun.
London, England, 1833-09-30 00:00:00

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

MANSION-HO USE.
On Saturday Peter Moore, a poor scholar from
Ireland, was brought before the LORD MAYOR, having
been found on the preceding night without a ceat,
and with scarcely a shirt on his back. The police
who caught him in this unfledged condition heard
him address some gentlemen who passed in a lan-
guage different from that which is generally intelli-
gible to the police, and supposed that it was "beg-
ging Latin." The gentlemen, however, either did
not understand the language or disliked the theme,
for they gave him nothing, and as the poor fellow
looked as if his stomach was empty, the police took

him to the Compter, where it .was filled for him
from the police soup and cabbage tub of Mr. Teague,
who has been for thirty years exercising the com-
plicated virtue of punishing the wicked, feeding the
hungry, and clothing the naked, by order of the

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worshipful Court o(Aldermen.
The LORD MAYOR—I am sorry to see a man of
education in such a condition. What on earth

can have reduced you to this state ? Moore—Po-
' verty, my Lord, poverty—that crimen vastuni in-
forme—that terrific offence has converted my fair
garment into about as much rags as would mop a
staircase. lam poor and without friends.
The LORD MAYOR—It is odd that a scholar
should be totally destitute. Have you no relations
who might assist you ? Moore—Nobody by my
own good spirits to feed and clothe me. My rela-
tions clapped a 51. note in my pocket five years ago,
after having sto Ned me up to the throat with Latin,
and Greek, and Italian; but I find that a little
bread would be sometimes asagreeable.—(Laughter.)
The LORD MAYOR—What use have you been
making of your knowledge of the classics ? Moore
—I wish I had been a tailor or a cobbler, for a
needle or an awl would never have played me such
tricks as Homer and Virgil have played me. Food
for the mind, or what we al etherial cibus, is not

worth a thrawneen, if the body is to feed like mine
—o' the chameleon's di,h. I have been a school-

master.

The LORD MAYOR—A very good occupation to
a man who takes care of himself; but you must
have been very improvident ? Moore—l argued
some, and I slashed others into the classics for 201.
a year ; why, the pain I got in the shoulder from
one of my ways of instructing was worth double
the money. Well, I had to eat, drink, sleep, and
clean myself for that mod:cum, besides being laughed
at by the boys, and spit at through quills and pop-
guns. Now, I'd be glad to know what an Irishman
could save out of that ; I don't know what a Scotch-
man might do !—(Laughter, in which the Lord
Mayor joined).
The LORD MAYOR—But what have you done
with your coat, waistcoat, and hat ? Moore—l
clothed my stomach with them by the assistance of
the magic of a pawnbroker's shop ; I made an expe-
riment upon my vitals for three days, and I dare say
I could have got into the knack of starving, like
many others in this country, if I hadn't, by ill luck,
passed by the beef-shop in the Old Bailey. I was
hit right on the nose—l almost fainted, and on re-
coveting, I found myself coming out of my " uncle's"
in my shirt, with 4s. sd. in one hand, and a dupli-
cate in the other.—(Laughter.)
The LORD MAYOR—And you have been begging
since ? Moore—lf I have, your officer is the only
person who understood me ; but I don't wonder at
not being understood. The question I asked would
not, I dare say, have been a bit better answered in
Oxford or Cambridge ; the subject matter was
quite obsolete, and passed like the idle wind.
The LORD MAYOR—I'II give you a coat and
waistcoat, a shirt, a pair of shoes, and a few shillings.
Moore—Do tibigratias,Domine. Isincerely thank
your Lordship. Believe my experienced lips and
stomach that poverty is a hitter pill. Telum mag-
num et acutum habet inopia, Doinine.
The LORD MAYOR—I dare say you will be able
to get into some school or other ?
Moore—lf I could only get into a school during
the winter I could retire in the hot weather into

the country and make hay.---(Loud laughter.)
The poor fellow was once more taken under the
kind protection of Mr. Teague, who had instruc-
tions to give him another jorum of soup and cab-
bage, and to enable him, by a decent covering, to
recommence his old trade of " pouring the fresh in-
struction o'er the mind."
HATTON-GARDEN.

ELOPEMENT, ALLEGED ROBBERY, AND DIS-
TRESS OF THE HUSBAND.-A middle-aged man, of
reduced appearance, applied for advice under the
following circumstances:—
He stated that sometime since he was living in
ease and comfort with his wife at Hampstead,
where he carried on the business of a corn-chandler,
when he formed an acquaintance with an individual,
who took advantage of his hospitality to seduce his
wife. On returning from London, about six months
ago, he discovered that every article of furniture in
the house, together with money, consisting of notes,
gold, and foreign coins, to the amount of nearly
1,0001. had been taken away, and his wife was
missing, leaving him with only sixpence in his pos-
session, and he was necessitated to seek for shelter
in the house of a friend. After much inquiry he
found his wife living with his friend near Graves-
end ; but on going there they treated him with
scorn, and the man threatened to kill him if he came
near the place again. The unfortunate applicant,
who, some years ago, was a constant visitant at
Offley's ale-rooms; the Eccentric Society, May's
buildings; the Coal-hole, Strand; the Wrekin,
Shakspeare, Oxberry's, the Craven Head, Drury-
lane; and the companion of the late Mr. Kean and
the most celebrated actors of the day, and was then
a perfect bun vivant, now appeared imbecile and
half paralysed, and was scarcely able to give utter-
ance to his sorrow. He wished to know what mode
to adopt to punish the seducer.
Mr. LAING told him that, if he was robbed, his
remedy was to give him into custody.
MARLBOROUGH-STREET.

FELONY.—George Avery, a young man of genteel
appearance, was brought before Messrs. CONANT
and CHAMBERS, charged with having, by means of
forged orders, purporting to come from Mr. J.
Andrews, bookseller, Bond-street, obtained goods
from different tradesmen.
The prisoner, who appeared deeply affected at his
situation, by the advice of his solicitor, Mr. J.
Wooller, declined to say anything at present, and
was fully committed.
HEARTLESS PROFLIGACY.—Peter Littlejohn, a
remarkably ugly man, was brought up by the parish
officers of St. James's for having refused to support
his illegitimate offspring. The case, it appeared,
was replete with those disgusting traits of immora-
lity which are happily by no means common in this
country. The man, it appeared, had cohabited
with a young woman for eleven years, and, during
that time he had six children by her, four of v, horn,
at a very tender age, were now alive. While this
connection existed a sister of the woman arrived from
the country, in a state of extreme destitution, and
was received and sheltered by her sister. In a
short time she got intimate with Littlejohn, awl
continued an incestuous intercourse with the fellow,
which ended in both of them leaving the house,
and, as asserted by the man, getting married at a
neighbouring church. The defendant totally aban-
doned his offspring and the unfortunate woman, and
took up his residence with the sister. In con-
sequence of his desertion, the defendant had been
apprehended, for the purpose of compelling him by
law to do that which common humanity and feeling

ought to have suggested—namely, contribute some-
thing towards the maintenance of his own offspring.
The Magistrate called in the sister of the unfor-
tunate woman, and asked her if it was true that she
had acted as described?

The young woman, who was of strumpet-like ap-
pearance, said she lard been guilty of that little error.
Mr. CONANT said he could not term it an error ;
it was nothing else than profligacy of the most dis-
graceful character.
A scene of recrimination ensued between the sis-
ters, in which the alleged wife conducted herself
with so much heartless effrontery, that she was
turned out of the office amidst the execrations of
the spectators.
As the man was not prepared to pay the ex-
penses incurred by the parish, Mr. Bryant, the
overseer, pressed for his commitment, which was
made out accordingly by the Magistrate.
MARY LEB ONE.
COMMITTAL eF PEAT, THE NOTORIOUS SWIND-
LER.—This office was thronged by respectable
tradesmen from all parts of the town, who eagerly
pressed forward to prefer charges against James
Trillianz Peat and Mary Ann Peat, who passes for
his wife.
The prisoners were placed at the bar for re-exa-
mination, having been remanded from Saturday
week. The male prisoner, it will be recollected,
has been, for some years past, the active leader of
an extensive and well-organized gang of swindlers,
many of whom have been repeatedly in custody at
this and other offices for defrauding various trades-
men, some of whom suffered to a large amount.
Mr. Cooke, tobacconist, Pimlico ; Mr. Broad,
oilman, of Tavistock-street, Covent-garden ; and
many other tradesmen, completely established seve-
ral cases of flagrant swindling against the male pri-
soner, who was fully committed for trial.
It came out in evidence that Peat was formerly a
letter-carrier in the Pest-office, and was discharged
from his situation, and prosecuted for breaking open
several letters and abstracting their contents. He
was also prosecuted and convicted for other crimi-
nal acts.