The Sun.
London, England, 1833-08-07 00:00:00

W ORSHIP•STREET.

A MIDNIGHT INTRUDER.—Ara Irishman, named
Edward Duggin, living in White Har-court,
Spiialfields, was ye-terday brought
TWYFORD, upon an assault. warrant,
beforeWgrantedMr.
toa Mrs.- Fattier, his next door neighbour.
The complainant, who appeared to be labourng
under great excitement, and who was accompanied
by her husband, gave the f.llowing extraordinary
ticeount of the prisonet's conduct towards her. She
said that on S.inday morning, about two o'cl.ck,
she Was awoke in bed in consequence of being
pinched by some strange person, who had very
leisurely pulled off the sheets and hod himself by
her side. She was so alarmed at the time that she
jumped out of bed with het infant, and struck the
poor little creature against the bed-post, which in.
juied it severely about the head, and
Mr. TWYFORD (in astonishment)—Where was
your husband ?
c omplainatit—He was sitting by the fire side,
fast a,itep. He had been hard at work the day
before, and having to rise early he declined coming
to bed that night.
But why should you be so suddenly alarmed ?
You say you were asleep. It might have been
your husband who alloke you in the way you have
described ?-21h, no. I called out " Who is this

fellow ? Somebody die inside the sheets ;" which
awoke my husband. Bt,f,:ides, this fellow said, when
he pinched me—" My dear, and my love," which
are words that my husb,nd never uttered in all his
life time. Another c;rcumstance convinced me it
was not the voice of my husband, because the pri•
soner spoke in the Irish brogue, and my husband is
an Englishman.
Mr. TWYFORD—Was your husband sober ?—No,
but what 1 have stated soon sobered him.

Mr. TWYFORD—Now let me hear whit your hus-
band has to say.
Scarce'y had the wife vacated her station in the
witness' box, when up jumped the husband into it,
apparently eager to give his evidence.
Mr. TWVFORD (to the husband)—This is a
strange story ?—Husband. Yes, it is. It looks
very black.

Well, then, give me some explanation of it.—All
I know is, tha, I was awoke by hearing my wife try
out " Murder!" and, seeing the prisoner sneaking
out of the room, I said, " Who are you ?" in a-
loud a voice as I could, but received no answer. I
then said, in a thundering voice, " If there are more
than one of you, I'll chop your heads off by —."
Mr. TWYFORD—Are you a butcher ? —I dm.—( A
laug►h.) Seeing only the prisoner, I said, " Oh
you rascal, how came you here 2" Upon which he
gave me a thump on my head, and said he would
come whenever he thought proper.

Van, the officer—Your Worship I served the
warrant, and I believe the prisoner was drunk at the
time. They take a friendly glass together now
and then.

Mr. TWYFORD—That makes it still wore. Pri-
soner what have you to say ? Prisoner—l hap-
pened to take a drop too much that night, and hav-
ing quarrelled with my wife, I took the liberty of
sitting at the bottom of Mrs. Farrier's bed. I might
afterwards have fallen asleep, but I have since offered
them sat isfac•

Mr. TWYFORD—Ye.; but the wife wished the
cage to be investigated before me.

Complsitiant—Yes, or I might never have seen
my hu•band again.
Husband—You are right ; but I am satisfied now
if the prisoner is held to hail, or if not, we shad ne-
ver he s.ife.
The prisoner was accordingly held to bail.