The Sun.
London, England, 1832-10-13 00:00:00

her wrists, the tendons of which bad been violently

strained.

The prisoner in reply to the charge said, if a man
has a wife who disanies her duty, I think I ought to
beat her.
Mr. BALLANTINE-But not in that brutal manner.
Let us know how she disanies her duty.
Please your Worship, said the prisoner, there is
a chap of a sailor in my house, and he's always eat-
ing and drinking with my wife, which I don't like,
and I've told her to get rid of him, and she won't.
The wife said the sailor was a lodger, and he be-
haved like a father to her. The fact was, her hus-
band was a nasty jealous man.
Mr. BALLANTINE-But if your husband does not
like the sailor in his house, you ought to get rid of
him. As a good wife you should obey your bus.
band, who is the master of his own house.
Wife—Please your Worship, he is such a nice
young man, and he lent my husband 51. out of his
wages when he was paid off.
Mr. BALLANTINE said that men were not so di s•
interested as to give their money away for nothing;
and the wife was more interested about this young
man than she ought to be.
Wife—lt's cruel we can't have a friend in the
house. My husband is always getting drunk.
Husband—l'll be sober, your Worship, if she
gets rid of the young man. The very sight of him
makes my head ache, and my heart go pit a pat ;
and then I flies to the drink.
Mr. BALLANTINE—You must get rid of him,
woman ; never mind the Si., your husband will
settle that.
Wife—l can assure you he is such a good young
man, and he'll be left destitute if he is tnrned away.
The husband, who appeared to be labouring
under very excited feelings, here paced the dock,
and exclaiming—" Oh I d—n him, he drives me
mad," stamped his foot violently.
The MAGISTRATES said there would be no peace
until the young man was removed, arid when that
was done they would decide on the assault.
The woman left the office murmuring.
TOWN HALL.

Mary Dixon, a fine remnant of Irish, about 45
years of age, was placed at the bar, charged with
assaulting the shopman of Mr. Newsome, the Over-
seer of St. Saviour's, and breaking Mr. Newsome's
windows.
Mr. Newsome said, the prisoner was in the con-
tinual habit of applying for relief, which, when ob-
tained, was instantly spent in gin.
Prisoner—And is it yourself, Mr. Newsome, that
wud be saying the like ?
Mr. Newsome—You know it is the truth.
Prisoner—Och, Nabochlish !
Mr. Newsome—On this occasion I was from
home, and the prisoner, in a state of intoxication,
and offended at not receiving the expected relief,
took off her shoe and began to batter the windows,
which were of plate glass, in consequence of which
she was given into custody.
Prisoner —Och ! don't say sich a thing, I wts
taken away by the beadle.
J. Gale (the beadle) stated, in addition to the
above evidence, that she had conducted herself vtry
violently towards him.
Prisoner—Are you going to turn ages me, after
we've been such ould pals—troth there's no such
thing as friendship in the world.
Gale—She is continually pursuing the same
conduct.

isoner—lt's a lie, saving your Honour's pre.
sence. _

Gale—And has been several times at Horse-
monger Gaol and Brixton.
Prisoner—There's a conspiracy agen me.
Gale—You know it's true (pulling out his snuff-
box).
Prisoner—Och, good luck to you, gives us a pinch.
Gale (complying)—There, I'd give you anything
if you'd only be a prudent sober woman.
Prisoner—Fait and its thrue for ye—l know
I've been wrong, but hope you'l intersede with his
honour for me.
Mr. Newsome said the injury might be very seri-
ous to him; his office was a very unthankful one,
and if the prisoner escaped unpunished, it would be
exposing him to the attacks of all the dissolute
paupers in the neighbourhood.
Prisoner—The devil burn you, if that's the only
good word you have to spake for me.
Prisoner was then committed to prison for the
assault.