The Sun.
London, England, 1858-03-02 00:00:00

POLICE INTELLIGENCBE—MayA 1.

MANSION-110IISE.—Robert Bates, 60, and
Mary Ann Bates, 58, were brought before the Lord
Mayor, charged with begging in the City.
A more pitifully grotesque looking psir never
stood before the bar of justice, for the male prisoner
had two short stumps in the place of arms, one eye
was missing, and his face on one side was drawn
up from the effects of a paralytic stroke ; while the
female, who held in one hand a bit of dirty rag; as
an apology for a handkerchief, with which she ever
and anon affected carefully to wipe her husband's
nose or remaining eye, had a singular comic expres-
sion of countenance, the joint production, appa-
rently, of nature and drink.
The officer in charge briefly deposed that he saw

the prisoners begging, and upon taking them into
custody found money upon them to the amount of
Old. The female prisoner passed as the wife of
the male prisoner, and they were incorrigible beg-
gars, although the latter had a pension of 2s. a day
from the East India Company, having bad his arms
blown off and otherwise injured, by the bursting
.4 a gun, while in their service as an artilleryman.
Lord Mayor—He is a pitiable looking object, but
there can be no necessity for them to go about beg-
ging, when he has a pension of 2s. a•day. Why,
that's 14s. a week.
Female Prisoner (dropping a courtesy)—Yes,
that's it exactly.
Lord Mayor—Well, can't you live upon 2s, a-
day'?
Female Prisoner—Oh, yes, I could if we had it
every day ; but you sea we takes it in lumps and
then it goes. (Laughter.) And then, when we bor-
rows a sixpence to get a bit ofgrub, we have to pay
sixpence more as interest, and that makes a
; and we pays Gd. a day for I.:Aging, and that
wakes s. Gd. ; and, poor fellow, he must have his
bit of bacca—(laughter)—and so I brings him home
an ounce a day, which leaves 4d. a day for grub •
and whatd
's that, I shouldslpikeendeolailillotiwi,eirto live
money in
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Female Prisoner—Oh, my lord, don't mind him
why he (pointing to the witness) says that he
(pointing to her husband)
day. (Laughter.) drinks a quart of rum a
Lord Mayor—Well, perhaps lie does ; he look's like it.
Female prisoner (deprecatingly)-ob, dear me,.
nevr could he live if he drank that ? And then, if I
drank a quart too, that would niakeitwo quarts.
(Roars of laughter.)
Lord Mayor—Well, you have been here before,
and I shall, therefore, send you to Holloway for
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days, with hard labour.
Female prisoner—Hard labour ! Well, lie can't
do no labour, cos as how he aint got no arms
—that's one comfort. (Loud laughter.)
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Lord Mayor—Then you must work for him.
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Lord Mayor—No, indeed. Take care you are
not brought here again, or I'll send you to prison
for two months.
Tile female prisoner thanked his lordship for
this expression of good intention, and catching
holding of the stump of her husband's right air
she led him down stairs, with a great show' (a "
perhaps reality) of tenderness.

ROYAL COLLEGE OF SUEGEONS.—The following gen-
tlemen having undergone the necessary exandnations
of the
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for the diploma. were admitted members of the college,
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John Murstirnrasg; Arnott, Colchester;
Assen2bly-row, Mile-end ;
and William Orr, Belfast,
John Will Cook, Aberdeen ; Robert Hancock, Bath ;
Edward Popking, Caemawr, Carmarthenshire; James
rvdowokaredy,C,lvaerk.t,orn_asfugpnetrofkanz TRoicrhqaurady,GDilei:odn
Thorne, meo
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near Doncaster ;