The Sun.
London, England, 1858-08-31 00:00:00

POLIC E INTELLIGENCE.

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MANSION-HOUSE.—Mary Leader, a small, sharp-
looking Irishwoman, who said she was " a tailor by trade,"
aad who had a very small, pale, meagre, but good-
humoured, child in her arms, was charged before the Lord
Mayor with having assaulted Mrs. Paulina J,-,sephs, a
Dutch Jewess. The complainant made her appearance,
supported by two strong young men, who were evidently of
the same religions persuasion, and not seeming to be able
to stand, was placed tenderly in a chair in the willess-box
to give an account of the transacion.
The complainant, in a voice scarcely audible, said that the
defendant and she lived in Sussex-place, Leadenhall-street,
and that as she was going towards her house wick some
potatoes which she had just bought the defendant suddenly
came behind her, and, without uttering a word, gave her a
whack with a flatiron, which knocked her flat, and then
kicked her violently in the ribs. And oh, my lord (said the
complainant, with uplifted hands), I don't think I'll ever
get over it.
A young man, who said that he was son of the complain-
ant, said—l saw it all, my lord. Mrs. Leader walked up to
my mother and struck her with the flatiron, and kicked
her in the ribs.
The Lord Mayor—But was there no quarrel between
them

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Witness—l didn't hear a word.
Defendant (who exidaited much impatience) said—Oh,
your lordship, there's not a word of truth in what they say.
Mrs. Josephs is always kicking up rows with somebody, and
she is for ever at war. It's only a few days ago she pitched
a jugful of water at tne with my child in my arms, and I
only warded it off the hay by holding up my hand, and it
was cut with the jug ; and on Saturday last she flew at me,
caught me by the hair of my head, pulled out a handful,
and then bolted off as hard as she could.
The Lord Mayor—Do not be so violent. Have you wit-
nesses for the defence ?
Defendant—Why, my lord, I can bring forward my hair,
and the jug, and plenty of other witnesses. (Laughter.)
The Lord Mayor—But, my good woman, that has nothing
to do with the present charge. Why did you strike her
with the flatiron ?
Defendant—Never with the flatiron. It's true I gave
her a punch in the neck, but not before she called me a
Irish cow and an Irish sow, and that was more than I could
stand; but I never was such a fool as to hit her with a flat-
iron ; besides, I had this child in my arms.
Here the defendant held up the poor pale child and
bared its little arms, which looked as if they had been
borrowed from the body of a doll. The little creature
laughed, as if it understood all that was going fora ard.
The Lord Mayor (to the policeman)—Do you know any-
thing of these quarrels which are so frequently occurring ?
Policeman 1331—My lord, you have no idea of the rows
there. One party is as bad as the other. The court is
entirely Inhabited by Irish workpeople and German Jews,
and morning and night, day after day, they do nothing at
all but quarrel and fight with one another. They don't
appear to have time to do anything else. (Laughter.)
A witness for the complainant—Oh, my lordship, we
never quarrel with the Irish, we often quarrel with one
another, but we never have no rows with a Christian.
(Great laughter.)
The Lord Mayor—Well, the Christians have no reason to
quarrel with you for that. (Laughter.) But, defendant,
if they do call you bad names that is no excuse for using
desperate weapons.
Defendant—Every time they call me a name that doesn't
belong to me, my lord, I'll give them a mark. I'll do it ;
upon my soul I will.
The Lord Mayo —Then I must send you to prison, or
you will be taken o the Old Bailey for something worse cue
of these days.
Defendant—Every time they say anything to me I'll give
hem something to remember me.
I.lere the defendant dandled her little one (who appeared
to be in a state of most joyous excitement, and ready to
bounce into the arms of anybody) from one shoulder to the
other.
Defendastli—My lord, all I want is quietness. (Roars of
laughter.)
The Lord ..11AY live
quietly here, Ireland ?
wve don't you go back to ,
or—But, Mrs. Leader, if you can't
Defendant--Go
jso back to the place they came from ?
those rascally Jews back to Ireland, my lord ! IN hy don't
Pin sure neither you is
- or me wants them here. (Laughter.)
Now, there's that Jew tt:ue, tint says be never (
morning, at seven o'clock, he
with a Christian : Why, th.
ar parrelled
saw me in the court and calk me an Irish cat. I wish I
Rhowed him that an Irish
could Ave got at bins ; I'd have
cat had claws. (Laughter.)
chair with which in
The complainant started up from t:No
her lamentable condition she had been' Accommodated, and
said in an energetic voice," My lord, she'
at somebody or other, and —"
that
the Lord Mayor—Oh,
deal Mrs. Josephs, I .‘l-
- and defendant then began to ,ipso you have recovered •
better. (Laughter.)
The so nicely. You seem 's
'n glad to see
s always a poking
•
spen upon
each other, but his lordship ,be a,_gi.re, at
sers
was obliged to give th..`'•gm