The Sun.
London, England, 1834-09-09 00:00:00

OLD BAILEY.-SEPT. 8.

Timothy 111Tarthy was indicted for maliciously wound-
ing Ellen his wife, with intent to kill and murder her.
The prisoner and his wife had been quarrelling during
the whole day named in the indictment, and he at length
struck her a violent blow on the head with a poker ; some
neighbours came to her assistance, and found her in a
state of insensibility ; she was-by them conveyed to an hos-
pital, where she remained for a considerable time before
she recovered from the effects of the prisoner's ill-treatment.
She, however, did not attend this day to give evidence
against the prisoner, and it was intimated that she was kept
out of the way.
The prisoner, in defence, said that his wife had been
false to him, and that her conduct had made him so mad
that he did not know what he was about.
The Jury found him Guilty of assaulting his wife with
intent to do her some grievous bodily harm.

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

MANSION-HOUSE.
Yesterday a man named James Reynolds was brought
before the LORD MAYOR, charged with having run away
with some goods from Yarmouth races.
J. Field, an eating-house keeper at Yarmouth deposed
that a person named Lofts, the keeper of a booth at the
races, applied to him for the loan of a number of glasses
and a quantity of earthenware to cut a dash with. Wit-
ness sent what he wanted to him, but, instead of returning
them, together with the payment for the hire, Mr. Lofts
thought proper to ship the goods on board a trading vessel,
and cut the race course with the profits. For the purpose
of doing the witness in a way that might be creditable to a
race course landlord, Mr. Lofts sent down the prisoner a
couple of days before to act as his servant, and when he
meditated flight, put the prisoner forward to ship the goods,
and they were accordingly shipped, and addressed to the
prisoner in London. Mr. Lofts having quitted Yarmouth
previously, in order, no doubt, to be in London in time to
receive and dispose of them. The goods were worth
about 5/.
The LORD MAYOR—I suppose the booth was a gambling
booth ? The complainant supposed that a little of that
sort of trading went on there, but he knew nothing of it.
He had apprehended the prisoner at Yarmouth, but the
Magistrates refused to detain the man.
The LORD MAYOR said that theft was carried on under
such a variety of forms, and was so ingeniously mixed up
with apparent business transactions, that it was no easy
matter for a . man to know how he was treated until he
either had the money in his hands, or lost sight of goods
and purchaser altogether.
The Prisoner.—My Lord, I know nothing of the affair
more than this. Mr. Lofts employed me to act as his
servant at the races, and I did so from Wednesday till
Saturday last, but without receiving a single farthing for
my services. I helped him with the goods off the course,
and was to have had a passage in the trader to London,
but I knew nothing of this person being the owner of the
glass and earthenware.
The LORD MAYOR.—They are directed to you. Pri-
soner.—l know nothing of that.
The LORD MAYOR.—Oh, no doubt of that. I suppose
you would not have claimed them if you had not been ap-
prehended? Prisoner.—They are not mine, my Lord.
The LORD MAYOR.—WeII, then, I suppose you will
have no objection to go down to the Captain of the trader,
and tell him to give up the goods to this poor man whom
you assisted in plundering ? Prisoner.—l don't see how I
can tell the Captain to give up the goods to him, as I have
no right to exercise any authority over them.
The LORD MAYOR.—Are the goods arrived? Com-
plainant.—Yes, my Lord ; they are at Wool Quay now.
The LORD MAYOR.—And you have followed up the
prisoner ? Complainant.—Yes, I never let him out of my
sight. I was determined not to be robbed.
The LORD MAYOR.—YOU were right ; but I have known
as clever and resolute fellows taken in. Well, prisoner, if
you don't go down with this poor man and deliver him up
his goods you shall go to Newgate.
The prisoner was startled at hearing this awful sound,
and said in dismay, " My Lord, I'll do all in my power to
recover the gentleman's goods for him."
The LORD MAYOR.—Look to it instantly.

Officer, ac•

company the prosecutor and prisoner to the vessel, and, if
the latter does not act as he says he will, bring him back, and
to Newgate or the House of Correction he assuredly shall go.
The Yarmouth man departed, all gratitude.
A Jew, named Moses Mendez, of long black visage and
very diminutive size, aged 62, appeared to complain of hav-
ing been robbed of various articles of ornament by s. young
woman named Elizabeth Smith.
Moses, who appeared to be a very moral person, had
been some time ago taken ill with an indisposition, whereby
the young woman came to nurse him. Very well, she ap-
peared to be getting on with due propriety, but when he
began getting well his goods began to move off gradually
and not to return again, and he told her that they were a
going, but she said no. At last a coral necklace disappeared,
but as it was on a Saturday, and as that was a day of rest
to him, he said nothing about it.
The LORD MAYOR—I dare say you were not so particu-
lar on the next day ? Mendez—l was, my Lord, every bit.
For I knew it was the Christians' day of worship, and so I
was silent all that day ; not a word did I say until Monday,
and then says I to her, " You have been a prigging that
necklace." " Why, yes," says she, " I have to be sure,
and why not ? An't it my property ? Why, I'll not only
have that but every thing in the room."
The Loan MAYOR—HOW many rooms have you, Mr.
Mendez ? Mendes—l am but a poor man though I have
been brought up in a very proper way. I attend the Syna-
gogue regularly.
The LORD MAYOR—Pray did your doctor prescribe to
you when you were indisposed to take this young woman
into your bed ?—(A laugh.) Mendez—No, my Lord.
He did not say anything about that.
The LORD MAYos—Then, you prescribed in that way
for yourself ? Mendez—She took my property, please
you, my Lord. Am Ito be robbed ?
The LORD MAYOR—Did she act the wife as well as the
nurse to you ? Mendez—Why, my Lord, it's very likely
she did.
Prisoner—Oh, please you, my Lord, he knows I sarved
him both ways.—( Laughter.)
The LORD MAYOR—Prisoner, you are discharged.
Mendez—But, my dear Sir, listen to me. What am I
to do ? I can't afford to have her on such terms. Now
if you could manage
The LORD MAYOR—Leave the Justice-room this mo-
ment. If you take a woman to live with you under such
circumstances, you must take the consequences, which ought
to be just what they have been.