The Sun.
London, England, 1867-04-30 00:00:00

THAMES.

SAVAGE ASSAULT BY A CUSTOII-110USE OFFICER.—
Robert Francis Baker, a Custom-house officer, was brought
before Mr. Paget, charged with being drunk and disorderly,
and violently assaulting Johanna Want, a poor and feeble
Irishwoman, who is very ill.
Mr. Henry Allen, the prosecuting officer of the Asso-
ciate Institution for Enforcing and Improving the Laws
for the Protection of Women and Children, watched the
case for that useful society.
The complainant stated that yesterday afternoon she was
passing along Leman-street, Whitechapel, with a. bottle of
medicine just prescribed for her at the Dispensary
in one
hand, and leading her little girl with the other, when the
prisoner accosted her, and said, " The boys are very
wicked ;" to which she replied, " Yes, they are, sir." He
asked her where she lived, and she replied in Goulston-
court, close by here, and said, " I must make haste home,
my time is not my own." She was hurrying away from
him with her little girl, and he ran after her, and swore at
her and knocked the bottle of medicine out of hor hand.
She then called for a police-constable, and he struck her on
the shoulder and about the body several times, and knocked
her into a draper's shop.
The prisoner—She asked mo to treat her.
The complainant—No, I did not. Do you think I would
suffer a man I never saw before to treat me ?
Porter William Dunaway, police-constable 11 H, said—
Yesterday afternoon I was at the corner of Leman-street
and High-street, Whitechapel, and I saw the woman run-
ning away from the prisoner. He knocked a bottle of
medicine out of her hand, and then followed her and struck
her three times. She was knocked into a draper's shop
and fell. The prisoner used the most fearful language and
threats towards the poor woman. I collared tho prisoner,
and emptied the greater portion of
and said to him, " I've a good mind to knock you down."
Mr. Wilson, a tradesman in the Whitechapel-road, who
was at his door, said it was a most disgraceful thing to
beat a woman. I took the prisoner to the stationhouse.
On the way there he took a sample bottle, containing port
its contents on the ground. The prisoner had been on
duty in one of the docks.
in defence, said he
The prisoner, was drunk yesterday
wine, from his pocket,
afternoon.

Mr. Paget—l cannot for one moment doubt the truthful-
ness of the charge. Here is a poor feeble sick woman going
along the street with a bottle of medicine, given to her at
a charitable institution, and you abuse her and attack her
in this brutal manner. The streets would not be endur-
able for women if I did not punish you severely. You
are sentenced to two months' imprisonment and hard
labour.

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House became angry at this conduct, "Morrissey roared
out that ahe would not be interfered with by any cuss in
Congress,' and appealed to the Speaker to prevent his being
crowded to the ropes.' After a protracted wrangle,
during which the prize-fighting legislator declared that ho
did not care a straw for the rules of Congress, ho handed
up to the Speaker a copy of the rules of the Prize-ring,
which 'he vowed were much more to the purpose, and
insisted that the clerk should read aloud from an old copy
of Bell's Life the details of a mill between the Staleybridgo
Infant and the Brummagem Chicken. This proved too
much even for Congress, and the drunken blackguard was
forced from the House by the Sergeant-at-Arms and his
men." We are glad, though we are also surprised, that
the House was capable of so much self-respect. We trust
it will henceforth imitate its own example, and hand over
to the Sergeant-at-Arms members who, without Morris-
se3 os excuse, aro guilty of similar misconduct.—London
Review.