The Sun.
London, England, 1835-02-06 00:00:00

MARY LEB ONE.

Yesterday Mary Coply, a rather pretty-looking girl,
about 18 years of age, was placed at the bar before Mr.
HOSKINS, charged under the following circumstances :
Mr. John Atkins, of the Lyceum Theatre, residing at
No. 19, Salisbury-street, Strand, deposed that his daughter,
an infant about two years and a half old, was staying with
its aunt, whose name was Freeman, at her house, No. 39,
Edgware-road. On Tuesday morning he received a note
from the latter stating that the prisoner, who was her ser-
vanchad, on the previous evening, taken the child out, and
neither of them had again returned home. He, in conse-
quence, gave information of the circumstance, with a des-
cription of the prisoner's person, to the police.
Mary Charatt, a lodger in the house of Mrs. Freeman,
about seven o'clock on Monday evening, saw Jane Kensly,
another servant in the house, give the prisoner some money
to go and buy for her a pair of shoes. The prisoner
then said, " I shall take the child with me," which she
did, and witness saw no more of either of them till about
eleven o'clock on Tuesday night, when, hearing a knock
at the street-door she opened it, and two men then alighted
from a cab with the daughter of the prosecutor, whom
they introduced by asking if she had not lost a child.
She answered in the affirmative, and then elicited from
them that they kept a baker's shop near St. Giles's church,
and that on the same afternoon a girl brought the child,
requesting that it might remain there for a short time.
Some hours passed away, and the girl not returning they
made inquiries, and having ascertained that a little girl
had been stolen from the Edgware-road, proceeded there
with it, and found out to whom it belonged. Witness
added that on the child leaving the house with the prisoner
it wore a very handsome coral necklace with gold snaps,
which was missing when she was brought back. The pri-
soner had only been in Mrs. Freeman's, service a week.
Police constable S 69 apprehended the prisoner in the
Regent's-park barracks while she was drinking with some
soldiers.

The prisoner, in reply, met with a friend shortly after
leaving home, and placed the child in the care of a girl
while she went into a public-house to have a drop of beer,
and on coming out again saw that the necklace was gone.
She afterwards met with another person, with whom she
stopped all night ; and hearing on the following morning
that pursuit was making after her she resolved not to return
again, and accordingly took the child to the baker's shop
while she went in search of Mr. Freeman's washerwoman,
who lived in that neighbourhood, and whom she should
have requested to have conveyed it home ; she, however,
was unable to discover her residence.

The prisoner was then remanded till Tuesday for the at
;endance of other witnesses.

MARLBORO UGH-STREET.

William, Henry, and Thomas Beazley, and Henry
Hewitt, younger branches of the honourable " order" of
" chumies," presented their soot-begrimed " phizogs" be-
fore the sitting magistrates, Messrs. DYER and CONANT,
to show cause why they jointly and severally, at various
times, and in various places, had broken the peace of
Louisa Coleman, eldest hope of Mrs. Martha Coleman, the
Lady President of a rival chimney-sweeping establishment
in Chapel-street, Hammersmith.

The complainant detailed a series of annoyances which
she had been subjected to from the defendants, and stated
that on Thursday and Friday last all of them pelted her
with mud and stones as she was passing down the street.
Mr. DYER—And why do they do all this to you ? Com-
plainant—Because we are in the same business.
Mr. DYER—Oh, I see. You keep rival establishments.
Well, William Beazley, what have you to say ? William—
Vy 'at I never sot my hies on the young homan, nor never
flung no mud, nor nuffin else at her for uppards of three
months subsekvent to the present time.
_ _

Mr. DYER—And what do you say, Thomas Beazley ?
Thomas—Same as Bill.

Mr. DYER—And what say you, Henry Hewitt ? Hewitt
—I says this. I never changed no vords vith her votsom-
hover ; and as for chucking mud, I voudn't be guilty of
sitch a dirty haction to von of the fair sex.

Mr. DYER—What have you to say, little boy ? Thomas
—I vas going over the vay for a ha'perth of vip cord,
'cause I'd chopped my top for Bill Harris's box 'un, wen,
without a saying nothin' to nobody, up comes this 'ere
young voman, vots svorn a werry false hoath, and hits me
sitch a rummy punch, that in an hinstant moment I vas
kivered over With a gore of blood from my top to my bottom.
The complainant declared that the young urchin had
not stated one word of truth. She was walking down the
street, and when he came deliberately up to her, pulled off
his cap, well charged with soot, and flung it into her face,
nearly blinding and choaking her with the particles.
A young woman came forward and corroborated the
statement of the complainant, adding that on Saturday
evening the three Beazleys, in order to annoy the Cole-
mans, came and knocked at their door, divested of that
portion of their apparel which some married ladies take a
delight in wearing.

The " father of the flock," old Beazley, who was present,
here called out, " Your Honourable Vurship, them there
Colemans is always hiding my children ; and the poor cre-
ters can't go without me sending a guard with 'em, even for
a haporth of matches ; for if I doesn't, they gets their brains
knocked out, vich I can prove by werry 'spectable vitnesses.
As for the boys here, they're as perfect innocents of this
here crime as I am.

Mr. DYER—That respectable young woman, the wit-
ness, has sworn the contrary.
Old Beazley—She 'spectable ! Vy, vorn't von of her
brothers transported, and isn't another in the House of
Correction ; and didn't her grandfather hang himself arter
he'd robbed a poor old gentleman ?
Witness—Since you come to that havn't you and your
relations been taken up ? Wasn't one on 'em tried for Mr.
Wetherell's robbery, and warn't you had up for robbing
Cooper's calico-grounds ? And perhaps you can tell his
Vorship who it vos as vos cotched in Common-garden vith
a box of chancy.

Old Beazley—l shan't harnser no sitch hinsinivations.
My family's respected in all parts of the globe, and if you
vant to know my carricter go to his gracious Duke of De-
vonshire, and ax him. He nose me or its werry odd, for
I've swept his chimbleys above twenty years.
mr. DYER-Why can't you both agree together, and
conduct your business peaceably ? Old Beazley—'Cause
I'm the oldest sveep, and it aint right to set up in hopposi-
tion under my werry nose.

" Your Worship," said a fat and fiery-faced old woman,
coming forward. " This is my husband, and I am the mother
of thirteen blessed babies, and three on 'ern are cripples."
The Magistrates cut short the family history by observing
that the defendant must find bail.
Old Beazley (in a melancholy toue)—Oh ! your Wor-
ship, if they gets the wictry they'll Lbe dress't out in blue

Iribbons to-night at their vinders, dancing at my children
and haggravating the hinnomit bibbies out of their pre-
.

CIOUS Set...—
The Magistrates, however, refused to alter their deci-
sion, and the defendants were all held to bail.

WORSHIP- STREET.

Me. TVin. Dennis, of Lamb's-lane, Hackney, who wasod
Tuesday charged before Mr. TWYFORD with having as'
saulted Charles Farrant and William Franks, officers of
the Sheriff of Middlesex, in the execution of their office,
by firing a loaded gun at them, was yesterday brought Up
for further examination.

The prisoner appeared to be in a state of indisposition,
and was much calmer than when at the bar before. A
great many of his friends were present, some of whom he
had not seen for years. He appeared very glad to see
them, and had a conversation with them for some minutes,
and inquired after his children.
A Gentleman, who said that he was an officer from the
Court of Chancery, produced to Mr. TWYFORD, the Me'
gistrate, a warrant under the hand and seal of the Lord
Chancellor, to convey the prisoner to the Fleet Prison for
contempt.
Mr. Dennis had been a solicitor, and of very extensive
business. He now withheld valuable documents which they
claimed. They had in consequence applied to the Chan-
cery Court for them to be given up, but Mr. Dennis, how'
ever, thought proper to treat the Lord Chancellor's autho-
rity with the greatest disdain, and took no notice whatever
of his precepts. A warrant had been out against his per-
son from that Court for some considerable time, but the
officers could not manage to take him, as he seldom or ever
made his appearance out of doors.
The officer, who produced the warrant, said that if the
prisoner was not committed on a criminal charge he ar
plied to the Magistrate that he might be handed over to
his custody, as the Lord Chancellor had a power higher
than the Sheriff.

Mr. TWYFORD looked at the warrant to see -that it
was original, and said that he could see no objection to
the officer's application, the Lord Chancellor having the
highest authority.
Mr. Spratt, a solicitor, of Southampton•buildings, who
appeared on behalf of the two Sheriff's officers, contended
that the Sheriff had the greatest claim to the prisoner in the
event of the Magistrate discharging him, he being in the
actual custody of the Sheriff when brought to this office,
and charged with a criminal offence.
Mr. TWYFORD, after considering the law under such Cir-
cumstances, coincided with Mr. Spratt. He was bound in
his discharging the prisoner to give him up to the same cus-
tody as he was when brought before him. _ _

Mr. TWYFORD asked Tilt the gaoler how the prisoner
had conducted himself while in prison ? Tilt produced a
certificate from Mr. Wakefield, the surgeon of the New
Prison, stating that in his opinion from the short time the
prisoner had been in prison he was labouring under an
aberration of intellect. Tilt said that when he took hull
to prison on Tuesday evening he very willingly gave up to
the turnkey all the property he had about him, his gold
watch, chain, and seals, and about a dozen sovereigns, se-
veral memorandums, and a bunch of keys, but said nothing•
When asked a question he placed his finger at his mouth
and bit it violently.
Bedford, inspector of the N division of police, who kept
possession of the broken gun, showed to the Magistrate
one of the bullets that it had been loaded with, which 11
said be had extracted from out of the wall where the pri-
soner resided. It was as large as a small-sized marble.
Mr. TWYFORD thought the evidence did not bear out the
capital offence. He had, under the circumstances, made up
his mind to discharge the prisoner from his custody, and hand
him over to the Sheriff's officers. There was no doubt he
would remain in prison for some time to come, and the com-
plaining party (the officers) might, if they thought proper,
subsequently prefer a bill of indictment against him at the
sessions.

Prisoner—What are you going to do with me now ?
Mr. TWYFORD—Why you are in the custody of the She-
riff of Middlesex. The officers will take you from here
to Whitecross-street prison, and you will no doubt be after-
wards removed from thence to the Fleet, for contempt of
the Chancery Court.
Prisoner (looking steadfastly at the officers)—You are
all a gang of unnatural beings, not fit to live in a Christian
country. What will become of my children ? They have
no servant to do for them, and they have nobody to look to
but me, their father.
Mr. TWYFORD—They will be taken care of and will
be permitted to see you in prison.
The prisoner then took leave of his friends around him,
and was conveyed by the officers, Farrant and Franks, di-
rect to Whitecross-street.