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CRIMINAL COURT.—(This Day),

(Before the Recorder.)

The two prisoners, Marshall and Swilston, who were
convicted on Monday of cheating an emigrant of 501.,
nearly ail the money he possessed in the world, were
brought up for judgment.
A Liverpool detective officer informed t'ee Court that
he had known both the prisoners for several years as the
members of a gang who got their living by what was
termed " megging," cheating at cards, and robbing
country men and any simpf; portions they could lay hold
of.

The Recorder said that the prisoners had been con-
victed of a very cruel robbery, and he should inflict the
full punishment fixed by the law for such a description
of offence. He then ordered them to be imprisoned and
kept to hard labour for two years.
Henry Mitchell, 23, pleaded guilty to the charge of
being feloniously at large before the expiration of a
period of penal servitude to which he had been sen-
tenced by this Court.
The prisoner, it was stated, was convicted of bur-
glary, and sentenced to four years' penal servitude.
He was removed to the Model Prison at Pentonville,
and he and another prisoner contrived to make their
escape from that establishment in a very adroit man-
ner. Wheeler, the detective officer, subsequently met
the prisoner, he being at the time in company with
two other officers, and the prisoner observed that, if
be had been alone, he would have found his mistake,
but as there were two others with bins he would give
himself up.

In answer to questions put by the Recorder, it was
stated that the prisoner was originally convicted of a
very serious burglarly, and one of the persons who
was concerned with him made a violent attack upon
the constable who took him into custody.

The prisoner put in a written paper, in which he
stated that if be was set at liberty he would inform
the Court in wbat manner he got out of the prison.
(A. laugh.)

The Recorder said that it was quite clear that the
prisoner was a very dangerous character, and it was
his duty to remove him from this country. He then
sentenced him to be transported for 14 years.

LETTER FROM ALEXANDER DUMAS TO
M. VICTOR IHIGO.

(Front the Morning Adv erti ser .)
The following letter has just been addressed by
Alexander Dumas to M. Victor Hugo. The letter
will be read with much interest, both on account
of its author, and of the distinguished man to
whom it is addressed :
My dear Victor,—You will doubtless have under-
stood, as you read the Mousquetaire regularly, that it
was not I who authorised that triple exhibition of your
verses, to which was prefixed a few words of notice, as
there would have been to the productio❑ of an ordinary
verifier. No, my great, no, my dear Victor ; you
know well that it is not thus that my heart responds to
yours, my friendship t 3 yours, my exile to yours; for
if you are exiled from France, I am exiled from you.
I have long been expecting your excellent book, my
dear Victor, and every one who had left within his soul
a ray of our poetic sun of 1834, has been expecting it
with me. Only more fortunate than many, I had read
it at Brussels in one of the frequent visits which I paid
to my friends there. I solicited our dear friend Noel
Parlait to correct the proof of the piece which was ad-
dressed to me ; but I had the discretion not even to a3k
leave to copy it, and I returned, as one returns from a
fairy laud, with eyes dazzled, hut without bringing back
the diamonds which were scattered at our feet, and the
pearls which were showered upon our heads. I returned,
saying : "This is splendid, marvellous, unparalleled ;
never has one reached so far, never has one risen so
high. Blessed be the God who makes us suffer, since
he permits our grief to utter such exclamations !"

I conceive thlit, in your moments of doubt,—you just,
you great, you upright man,—l conceive that in your
moments of doubt, you perhaps ask God the cause of
your sufferings. Homer and Dante asked the same
question : the one when landing at los ; the other when
expiring at Ravenna. The Iliad and the Diving COM,
Wedia are the reply of-Heaven. The foot of the vine-
dresser must crush the grapes ere wine c.tn be produced
from them, and the footof adversity must trample on your
heart ere it can give forth poetry. We who knew the
child you have lost, and whoinyou mourn; we who have
lost and mourn yourself, may find perhaps that we pay
dearly for this corn, ground by the millstone of death
and of exile, for the nourishment of the mind ; but, in
50 years, in 100 years, in 1,000 years, when we and you
are no more—when your name shall be as old as those
of Dante and of Homer—when they read those verses
addressed to your daughter, the verses addressed to
France, our descendants will say7=---14-116 never would
have performed this if he Ind not suffered ; it was well,
therefore, that he did suffer."
Oh ! great mystery of grief ! A tree which only gives
forth its balsam through its wounds.
Furthermore—May you be blessed, my great, and
well-beloved Victor; for behold what you have done
Last night a poor mother, of 20 years of age, who bad
just lost her child, came to my house. Throu;hout the
day she bad cried to Heaven for mercy ; but she could
not weep, although she saw the father weep. She
doubted not, she recriminated not, she blasphemed not
—only, the tears which she could not shed, returned to
her heart and choked her.

I, who was no more to her than a friend, lifted my
bands to Heaven, and prayed that she might ba com-
forted.

Paul Meurice entered with your two volumes. I saw
,hat she was saved.

I took them from his hands. I ran to her. I fell
upon my knees, and exclaimed :
" Mother I I bring you the only consolation fur
mothers who have lost their children. I bring you
tears."

I opened by chance-_I ought to say providentially—
at Le .Revenant, and I read.
At the tenth verse she wept.
You knew that mother, my dear Victor. She bade
you adieu at Brussels, and you loved her as you love all
that is young, and beautiful, and good.
For two days, my friend, you were with us—the great
physician of our souls. When she could weep no more
—when the burning eye dried up the tear which mounted
to it—when she threw herself back and clasped her hands
upon her bosom—l took your book and I read ; and she
wept, my friend, the tears which you have wept—more
gentle and more full of love than yours, perhaps ; for she
was a woman, and you were a man. You were strong,
you were a poet ; while she, poor child, was only a
mother.

Then she loved, now she adores you ; then she ad-
mired, now she worships you.

Be prowl, my friend, that neither physician, nor priest,
nor king could have done what you have accomplished.
The chalice which Heaven presented you full of gall you
have drunk to the dregs, and you have passed it to this
poor mother, filled with your tears.
I sent you Lamartine's letter, my dear friend. I see
him often, and whenever we meet we speak of you. He
knew you as one knows his rival—as one knows a war-
rior armed for the fight. He said to me—" He is an
Enceladue. He is a Prometheus. He is a Titan." I
said to him—" He is more than all that ; be is a Ileart."
I know you better than any one, my friend, for I have
seen you suffer ; I have seen y9u weep.
Your new book adds nothing to my tenderness and
my devotion for you ; but it raises my admiration to the
height of your rrenius. Do you remember the Hercules
Telepbus ? —be holds an infant in his arms, and, in lift-
ing it, he makes it as great as himself.
I salute you as a majesty, I embrace you as a brother,
and I thank you for being so great where you are, while
we are so little here.
As you say to me, so say I to you, Ex imo corde,
ALEX. DUMAS.

WHITSUNTIDE ANUSEIWENTS.

DRURY-LANE.

The Whitsuntide attractions of Drury-lane were an
English version of Rossini's magnificent opera of "Cia-
derella," and an American entertainment entitled "Mis-
chievous Annie." Mr. Lacy, in adopting the opera,
has omitted a portion of the concerted music, but all the
exquisite gems with which the opera abounds have been
carefully retained. Miss Fanny Huddart sung the
music of the part of the heroine with great delicacy and
feeling; and in the celebrated finale to the opera—the
world-renowned nonpiumasta—she created quite a furore.
It was a perfect display of florid vocalisation, and was
in every way worthy of the immense applause it elicited.
Mr. H. Haigh, the new tenor, impersonated Felix, and
his remarkably sweet, though not powerful, voice was
heard to considerable advantage in many of the airs in
this opera. He gave the air, " Morning its sweets is
flinging," in the first act' of " Cinderella" in a manner
which showed that he was in good voice, and quite
equal to rendering the music of his part most effectively.
Mr. Durand, as the Baron Pompolino, and Mr. Manvers
as Dandini, the valet and mock prince, supported those
parts creditably. In the American portion of the enter-
tainments Mrs. W. J. Florence created quite a sensation
by the manner in which she sustained seven different I
characters. She was applauded to the very echo. The I
houie was crowded in every part.