The Sun.
London, England, 1834-08-11 00:00:00

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

MANSION-HO USE.
A TENDENCY TO DISHONESTY.—On Saturday a re-
spectable tradesman from the west end of the town re-
quested that the Lord Mayor would give him advice under
circumstances of rather a peculiar kind. He suspected that
he had been imposed upon, but, if not, the transaction had
a very odd appearance, and looked like a tendency to dis-
honesty. He kept a shop for the sale of fancy articles,and
a gentleman, who said he resided at Hoxton, called with a
few painting brushes used in a certain department of the
art, and said he should leave them for experimental sale, as
he dealt largely in the article.
The LORD MAYOR—A very good beginning! I dare say
he did not ask for any money at that time !
Complainant—Not at all. It was an article for which
there is but little call : I told him to leave them, but I gave
him no encouragement.
The LORD MAYOR—NO, he did'nt want any : he knew
how to do his business without anything of the kind.—
•(A laugh.)
Complainant—Some days passed when another gentle--
man came into the shop, and asked for some painting
brushes ; and, the moment he described the sort he wanted,
thinks I, I can just match you, and down I pulls the brushes
which the Hoxton gentleman left with me.
The LORD MAYOR—Ay, they were just the kind he
wished to deal in.
Complainant--Certainly, my Lord, they were. One
would think that your Lordship had heard the whole busi-
ness before. W ell, he at once said " These are the very
articles, and I shall want 141. or 151. worth of them as soon
as possible." I told him I should see what I could do ;
and, as the Hoxton gentleman mentioned that he should
look in as he passed by in a few days, I looked out anxiously
for him.

The LORD MAYOR—And I'll engage you were not dis-
appointed.
Complainant—No, my Lord, for he happened to pass by
that very evening as I stood at the door. "Oh !" says he,
apparently in a hurry, " I was just going to No. 17—any
thing in my way ?" So I asked him in, and told him that I
should want a quantity of the sample ; and next day he
brought me 10/. worth, which he said was all he had, and
so I paid him the money, and he promised to give me a call
about a fresh supply.
The LORD MAYOR—But he forgot to call.
did you see his friend
Complainant—Friend ! Good heavens ! do you call the
other gentleman his friend
The LORD MAYOR—To be sure I do. They wanted
to get rid of a heavy article, and they very properly fixed
upon you.
Complainant—As sure as I live I have been done. Nei-
ther of them ever called since, and I have more painting
brushes than I shall be able to sell in twenty years. I have
just been inquiring in Tokenhouse-yard for the gentleman
who ordered the brushes, but although I knocked at every
door I couldn't find any such person.
The LORD MAYOR—Why didn't you inquire for him
before you bought the brushes ? Shopkeepers are con-
stantly taken in by reason of the want of common caution ;
but I wonder that you have not been a sufferer before this,
for you ran with your eyes open into the snare. Com-
plainant—l really suspect that the two fellows acted in
concert.

Well, then,

The LORD MAYOR—Not a doubt of it. One of them
was the brush and the other was the handle, and they swept
you out of your money.
HATTON-GARDEN.

A young man, who gave his name Henry Allen, of No.
7, Kent-street, Borough, was charged with being found in
the Museum under the following circumstances
Sir Henry Ellis, head librarian, Mr. Hawkins, of the
antique department, and other officers of the Institution,
were present.
John Young, one of the attendants, said that ten mi-

nutes to six that morning, as he was walking throuWh;;;;
on the ground floor, which adjoined the apartment contain-
ing the ancient and foreign coins, he missed several articles,
and amongst them his own cap. " Well, your Honour,"
continued the witness, " I sits meself down, an' says I,
the Devel—who, by Shaint Patrick, has been here.—(A
laugh.) But 'twas no laughing mather, for the same in-
sthant I seed a hat on the ground ; murther, cries I, and
up I jhumped to find the thief, when I seed my cap on the
head of a 'gyptian mummy—(Loud laughter)--so that's
yer tricks, is't, said I, and I was jest a going to tak it
off, when I felt the mummy was wharm (every one in Court
was here convulsed with laughter) ; so, as you may sup-
pose, I tuck to my legs, an' ran out of the room. Thin,
says I, an' sure a wharm mummy can't hurt me, so I
turns back an' pulls me cap from fiver his face, an' calls
out, blood an' ouns, who are ye ? and he says 'gyptian
mummy—(Laughter)—you lie, says I ; an' up I pulls him
and tucked him to the centinel, an' here he is yer Worchip."
The prisoner, who had a very good address declared that
he had been locked in while absorbed in the contemplation
of the various works of art. He, however, made no alarm,
and all the officers connected with the Museum said they
had no doubt the prisoner, finding that he could not escape
with any property, in consequence of the guard of soldiers,
determined to conceal himself till the doors were opened for
the visitors next day.
Mr. Sergeant SELLON committed for three months.
MARLBORO UGH-STREET.
William Berry, the driver of a Camberwell omnibus, and
Thomas Hassell, driver of a Camberwell short stage, were
brought before Mr. DYER at the instance of the police,
charged with having raced against each other, whereby
people's lives became endangered.
Mr. DYER should inflict the full penalty of the law on
each, and adjudge them to pay hi., or go to prison for three
months.