The Sun.
London, England, 1835-09-30 00:00:00

MAIZYLEBONE.

Zl/171 Duncan, the wife of a labouring man, was yesterday
placed at the bar before Mr. GREGORIE, charged with steal-
ing fifty sovereigns, belonging to Mrs. Mary Spence, the
wife ef a cabinet maker, living at No. '2, Little Stanhope-
place, Edgeware-road.—She was discharged.
Mr. \Viggius, one of the inspectors of the D division,
stated to the Mogistrate that a newly-born male infant had
been found alive at the General Townsend public-house,
corner of Quebec-street, Oxford-street. A groom, who
lodges in the house, was coming down stairs, when he heard
something moving in a box on ties landing. He told the
landlord, when the pot boy was sent np, who found that it
contained a newly-born infant, which, it was discovered
through the indisposition of the female servant, belonged to
her, and she was immediately taken to the Infirmary. _ _

Mr. GREGORIE said she must be taken care of, and when
able, be brought before the Magistrate to answer the mis-
demeanour of concealing the birth.

MARLBOROUGH -STREET.

Archibald IV allace Bruce, an old Scotchman, bald, rag-
ged, and humpbacked, who described himself as " Physician
Extraordinary in his Majesty's Navy, and Doctor of Medi-
cine," was put at the bar charged with having wilfully bro-
ken a pane of glass in the house of Mr. Miller, the Duko
of York, Oxford-street.

The Doctor had unquestionably a greater predilection
for prying into the mysteries of Bacchus than practising
those of Esculapius, and after he had performed his devo-
tions to the first-named deity, it became a matter of equal
danger to come within the range of his crab stick as to take
one of his prescriptions. On the afternoon in question he
went into the defendant's house in search of " patients," his
practice lying mostly in wine vaults, and, after having effec-
tually prescribed for himself, he walked out and deliberately
smashed one of the windows.

Mr. CHAMBERS—What are you, Mr. Bruce ? Doctor
—What am I, do you speer ?. Hoot, do ye no ken I'm a
doctor o' medicine, an' gin ye doot the fac I'se gie ye a
prescreeption.
Mr. CHAMBERS—What do you mean by breaking the
landlord's windows ? Doctor—l'll no deny I broke the
windy. I did it just a purpose, an' I wad do the like sax
times a day gin ony mair o' sic indignity was pit upon a mon
o' my reputation. Ye maun ken I went into my freend
Miller's to wait on my patients, an' was just supping a wee
thoct o' rum, when ane scoondrel body knockit my hat clean
owre my hams. Weel, my blude was up, ye ken, an' I laid
about like mad wi' this bit stick (holding up a formidable
black thorn) ; but this gar'd 'em gang on their awfu' gait,
just waur and waur. The blaguard loons pelted me wi'
meal-pocks, smothered me wi' tobacco reek, and ding'd a'
the pipes and pots at my heed whilk they could lay hand on.
As fac' as I'm a doctor o' medicine I thocht they wad hae
brain'ed me. I flung oot the hoose, an' then I lifted my
stick, and banged it through the windy.
Mr. CHAMBERS—But you was drunk ?—Doctor :
Drunk, did you say, boo's that possible ? Why, when I
was here aboon six weeks ago, didna' I offer to gie ye a
prescription that, in case ye get " fou," wad make ye sober
in a brace o' shakes. Here (pulling out a piece of some
queer-looking composition and swallowing a bit) ye see
I've only to talc' ane or twa cooks at this, an' if I was as
drunk as a Scotch piper it wad mak' me as sober as I was
on Sunday evening.
Mr. CHAMBERS—I let you off the last time. I shall
now make you pay the fine of five shillings. Have you
got the money ?—Doctor : Five shillings ! Hoot awa. Ye
may kick me frae here till Edinbree, but deil a bawbee wad
ye find in my pockneuk.
Mr. CHAMBERS—If you don't pay the money you shall
find bail.—Doctor : An' what'll my patients do ? There's
sax or seven waiting for me the noo, but if ye do send me
to prison deil ha'e me whan I come out if I dinna gie the
hail pack o' louns, wha misused me, the " garse o'
Goladeren."

The Doctor was then handed into one of the lock-up
places.

THAMES POLICE.

Yesterday Jerry Duke Hughson, the master and owner
of the ship Gulnare, in the West India Dock, was charged
before Mr. COMBE with assaulting Mr. William Travers
Lake, a passenger on board, from Bermuda to London.
After a long conversation, and much altercation, be-
tween the complainant and Hughson's friends,,
Mr. COMBE said if the case was tried at all it ought
to go before a Jury (in which the solicitors on both sides
acquiesced), for the Bench could only punish to the extent
of 51. There either was or was not a case of extreme ill-
usage, and whatever might have been the difference between
the parties, the feelings of Mrs. Lake, and her peculiar
situation, ought to have been considered. For the reasons
he had before stated, he should leave the parties to indict
at the Sessions.

Mr. and Mrs. Lake complained bitterly of the decision.

One of the Thames steamers has recently made the
passage from Blackwall to Edinburgh in 39 hours!