The Sun.
London, England, 1832-07-19 00:00:00

MARLBOROUGH STREET.

Elizabeth Shawe, a woman having the misfortune
of possessing a very bad character, was yesterday
brought to this office by Mace, a sergeant of police,
charged with intermarrying with Edward Shawe,
her former husband still living.
The evidence was only slightly gone into, but
presented one of the worst cases of this description
that we ever met witty. The prisoner was married
to her first husband about four or five years since,
and deserted him in nine months, and became one
of those degraded beings who nightly infest the
west end. Fourteen months since she became ac-
quainted with the second husband, Shawe,a very re-
spectable young man, a hairdresser, with whom she
resided until, by her extravagance, he had become
pennyless, and he next experienced the same con-
duct as her former husband.

liki+ce, the police sergeant, deposed that he appre-
hended the prisoner at Jordan's, the Sun, iii Air-
street, Piccadilly, which has been frequently com-
plained of for diso,derly conduct. There were
thirty or forty abandoned characters drinking theme.
The prisoner was remanded.

A little man, liamed Hughes, came before Mr.
CONANT, to complain of an assault committed upon
him by a youth named Rooney.
Tne complainant walked up to the Bench with
great solemnity, and, looking about him with an air
of vast importance, began his statement as follows :
" My name is Robert Hughes ; I have been for
a considerable time in the employ of Mr. John
Smith, Esquire, bookbinder to his Mjesty, in
Long-acre."

Hiving paused a moment, in order that the com-
munication should have due weight, he proceeded :
" On Sunday morning last I sent my little girl
for a haporth of milk, and I cautioned her particu•
lady to see that she had full measure. Before she
had got out of the house I heard a squall, and,
knowing it could not proceed from my wife, who
was in the ha( k room pickling salmon, I proceeded
down stairs, and I drew from the girl that the de-
fendant had hit her a smack on the face. Without
further delay, I went and demanded an explanation;
hut, instead of receiving satisfaction, five persons,
among whom was the defendant, fell upon me, and
used me with the utmost barbaros ty.

inquired Mr. CONANT. " I can call Mr. John Smith,
Esquire, bookbinder to his Majesty, to my cha-
racter," replied Mr. Hughes, with an air of great
dignify.
This evidence not being requisite, the defendant,
in explanation of the charge, admitted that the girl
had received " a slap for her sauciness ;" but, so far
from the complainant having been assaulted, the fact
was he had been the aggressor; and the bruises he
had got resulted from the potent nature of the pota-
tions he had indulged in that morning, which pre-
vented him from keeping his legs.
" Oh fye ! (said Mr. Hughes.) Mr. John Smith,
Esquire, bookbinder to his M jesty, Lofig-acre, will
prove that I never was drunk in my life."
Evidence having been brought forward which
tended to confirm the statement of the defendant,
the magistrate settled the matter by dismissing the
complaint.
Robert Francis Hoare, a ragged and half-starved
Irish tailor, was charged with having amused himself
by driving about in hackney-coaches, without having
tile means of paying the fare.
The defendant had been brought to the office on
the Saturday previous on a similar cbarge ; and,
when questioned as to his motive for taking a coach,
he said he had just been discharged from Covent-
garden walch-house, and he wished to call upon
several of his "friends" to let them know he was at
Eberly.
'What are you? asked Mr. DYER.
Defendant—Faith I'm an Irish tailor, and what's
better, I'm born in the same county as my friend
Misther O'Connell, and that's what every mother's
son of ye can't say.
Here the man began to blubber, and altogether
acted in such an incoherent way as to leave the Ma-
gistrate in doubt whether he was drunk or foolish,
and, as the driver did not press the charge, he was
dismissed, with a caution.
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coach when it was just dark, and, therefore, he was
unable to detect his ragged appearance, and he was
further dece,ved by being ordered to drive to Mr.
Hoare's, the brewer, to whom the defendant said
he was related. When he got there, the man was
treated as an impostor, and was turned out of the
house.

Upon being asked why he called himself a rela-
tive of Mr. Howe, he assured the Magistrate that
he was an "unlucky sprig of the same tree," and it
the Magistrate wrcoe to his "friend, Misther O'Con-
nell," he would find it to be a fact.

The Magistrate having directed some inquiry to
be made, learned sufficient to induce him to ques-
tion the soundness of the man's intellect, and he was
consequently again discharged.