The Sun.
London, England, 1835-02-24 00:00:00

CITY OF CORK SESSIONS.

(From the Cork Southern Reporter.)
JEMMY, THE COBBLER.
James Milulitre, a cobbler, from the Coal Quay, or, as he
the more elegantly designated himself, " a cordwainder," was
indicted for having inflicted divers blows and bruises on the
person of Mary Terran, on the 9th of the present month.
On the prisoner being directed to appear at the front of the
dock, he cried out, with stentorian lungs, " Hete I comes,"
and immediately the celebrated " Jemmy the Rake" appeared
in sight. He was much better clothed than usual, and thanks
to gaol discipline, quite sober.
Mary Terran, a bouncing cherry-checked dame, the just re-
semblance of Cruikshank's " Billingsgate Irish Fag," then
appeared on the table, and after dropping a courtesy, was ex-
amined by Mr. Barber. She said, " Whenever Igo on the
Coal Quay to sell my handful of fisb, Prn sure to be 'tacked
by the prisoner. He's always calling me a Consarivinter
(Conservative) w—. He took his hammer and last to wal-
lop me, and he said he'd knock the brains out of me like rotten
tacks.—( A laugh.) I says nottin at all to him, when he
comes a cumntudgining me. He comes to me last Monday
week, when I talc es the tail of my apron—( Suiting the action
to the word)—and walks into Mr. Reerdin's ; but when I
comes out, who should I see afore me but Jimn-y. Och, my
heart stood still, and the life shook in me like a little wren.—
( Laughter.) Up he comes with a whopper of a stone in the
tail of his fist, and with no more a'do makes a clout of her at
me, and hots me clear and clear in the little of the back—
( reat laughter)—and then he goes over and gives Mrs. Cahil
a poulthough. I didn't say a word out of my mouth when he
aulted me."
Prisoner—Where's the sthone?—Prosecutrix—Pm sure I
.don't know.—Prisoner—There now for you. Mis:/er Re-
corder aleagh she has'nt the sthone, so that's a /4,..qi1y—
( Laughter. )—Prosecutrix—l was selling a few herrins to a
countryman, when up he comes over and says, " these are
bann: Connell the Consanter's herrin's," and he takes a big
straw out o, my basket, and says, " this is very like a Con-
santer."—( Laid ughter. ) That's all I have to say. The
prosecutrix was then-abo.: to leave the table, but was stopped
by the. Prisoner—Not so fast you please ma'am. Turn
'y
round to me till I take a bit of speak o ou.—( Laughter. )
Do you remember the day you knocked dew the decent wo-
man with the blossom coloured cloak? That waa'nt the day
at all your Worship.
Don't mind his Lordship, begging your honor's parat.,,
she'd slip into you like a sprat.—( Immoderate laughter.)--
Speak to me if you please ma'am, I'm counsellor myself.
Turn round here, will you. By vartue of your oat, what
made you knock down the docent woman ? That has nottin
to do with it.
Very well if it has'nt. Upon the vartue of your oat, did
you call me a bastard 2—And so you arc.
Oh, then, if I'm a bastard, your father and brother were
transported, for you're all the breed and seed of robbers.
The Bench here interfered, and told the prisoner he should
not insult the witness.
Prisoner—Why, your Honour, she called me a bastard and
a suckle. However, I can get witness to prove I never done
nottin to her, but she murdered me downright. (The pri-
soner, turning towards the hall of the Court)—Come up here,
Jack Holland—comeup hei e, Micky Flynn, that sells puddings
on the quay.—( Great laughter.)
Micky appeared, and after being greeted by the prisoner
with a " dhe vaha slauntha," nimbly hopped, on the table.
110 was examined by the prisoner, but nothing either material
or amusilis was elicited from him.
The prosecutrla was again called and re-examined by the
prisoner—Didn't you eau. your husband to beat me ? No ;
but you were going to knock hia hrains out with a stone.
Did'nt I offer to fight mother naked, as we came into the
world, and didlnt I strip like a man ? Ob, then, you did.
And did'nt you stand by without a bit of var,;nt decency
it.ein you ?—No, I did'nt.
By the vartue of my oat, your honour, I had'nt a taste of
breeches on me, only stood like ould father Adam before the
world—( Great laughter.)
BENCH—That makes your case much the worse ; you should
have been indicted for exposing your person. Prisonee—Oh,
I differ with your Worship, 'tis she should be tried for looking
at me—( Laughter. )
The Jury found the prisoner guilty of the assault.
His Woasnir to the prisoner—l shall teach you to conduct
yourself properly for the future.
Prisoner—l never do any thing out of the way • but when I
see these fishwomen tricking the public I make them holiest—
( Continued laughter. )
Br:Nen—You should mind your own business, and recollect
the old adage " the cobler should stick to his last."
Prisoner—Yes, but your Worship knows " England expects
every man should do his duty.—(Loud laughter.)
BENCH—What are you ? Prisoner—l'm Jemmy M'Auliffe,
the cobbler;—

". Great glorious and free,
First flower of the earth, and first Jim of the say."
—( Immense laughter, iu which the Bench joined.)
BENCH—You must get two persons to enter into a recogni-
zance of 20/. each, that you keep the peace.
Prisoner (giving a shrill whistle )—Oh, holy Saint Martin,
tho' you're not in the calender, look down on me, I'm saridri..
ficated out and out.—(Great laughter.) To the Bench—
God Almighty send them to you. (The prisoner, turning to
the Governor of the Gaol, with the greatest sang
.froid, said)
---I'll spend the Easter holidays with you, and unless the sky
falls, next Christmas too.

HYMENEAL INNOVATION.—We some time ago
alluded to the anti-matrimonial spirit which kas long pervaded
the stoical bosoms of the inhabitants of the parish of Elms-
thorpe, in this county, twenty• seven years having robed over
their heads without witnessing one of their number at the
altar of Hymen. A Benedict and a Beatrice have, however,
at length appeared, whose departure from the parochial attach-
Ingot to single blessedness is this day recorded amongst our
" ,Marriages;" and a parish whieb, has long been destitute of
S►usband,• wife, widow, or widower, now presents the Li:rawly
of " a happysouple." Now that the charm is broken, it is
expected that the sweet infection of love will spread over the
whole parish, anci, yie,, they f4ll into " the sere and yellow
leaf," conquer the stubborn hearts of the un-fair sex, to whose
ungallant conduct the singdar state of Elmsthorpe society
has been attributed.—Leicester Chronicle,.

TEST OF ILL BREEDING.—The swaggerer is
invariably an imposter—the man who calls loudest for the
waiter, who treats him worst, and who finds more fault than
any body else in the room, when the company is mixed; trill
always turn out to be the man of all others the least entitled,
either by rank or intelligence, to give himself airs. People
who are conscious of what is due to them never display irrita-
bility or impetuosity. Their manners ensure civility, their
civility ensures respect ; but the blockhead or the coxcomb,
ully aware that something more than ordinary is necessary to
produce an effect, is sure, whether in clubs or coffee-rooir,s, to
be the most fastidious and captious of the'commtinity, the most
restless and irritable amongst his equals, the most cringing
and subservient before his superiors.—T. Hook's " Gilbert
Gurney."