The Sun.
London, England, 1832-12-22 00:00:00

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

MARLBORO UGH-STREET.
FAMILY HONOURS AND FAMILY .JARS.—Samuel
Timothy Browner, a diminutive porter, when he can get
a job, was charged by his better half, Sarah, with having
pummelled her considerably, and in addition to which he
had walked up and down our street with a sword in his
band, and thus prevented egress and ingress to his own
mansion, situated in the purlieus of Peter street, Berwick-

street.
" Your Worship, I keeps him," commenced Mrs.
Browner ; " Fee followed my business for nine years, and
I keeps the family together."
Mr. CONANT—Pray what is your business ? Com-
plainant—l'm a shoebinder to a lady's man, and I gets a
respectable livelihood at it. He hit me this morning, and
then he went out in. our street and took the drawn sword,
and swore he'd do for me. He's always doing it.
Mr. CoNA NT—What have you to say to it?
Mr. Browner walked up and down the office, a miser-
able monument of mismatched matrimony. He at length
screwed his courage up to the sticking point, and com-
menced his defence:—" What I've got to say to your
Worship is but short. Just ax her what I did it for, and
what pervocation she gived me. Your Worship, I've got
valyhle books as I had from my grandfather, and he lived
to a great age. He was 108 before he died. And she
takes and tears the leaves out of these here books and
stroys 'ern, and sells 'em for waste paper. I ask your
Worship whether 'taint enough to sasperate a saint ?
Complainant—Yes, its because he leaves me no money
to get nothing.
Mr. CoNANT—WeII, the poor woman must not starve.
Defendant—Lord bless your Worship, starve ! Not
she. Why she says she's independent with me.
Complainant—I wants to appear tidy and decent, and
that's what vexes him.
Defendant—WhY don't I sell sprats in the street, or
,
1 any thing else, to yarn a living.
Mr. CoNANT—What do you do with a sword in the
house? Defendant—Why I buys and sells 'em. Now if
I sees a sword at a broker's or an old iron shop, if I can
turn a penny by it, why I buys it and sells it again.
Mr. CoNANT—But you have no business to strike her.
Defendant—Bless your Worship, I took the poker and
shovel away from her.
Mr. CoNANT—By your conduct here I see you are an
irritable man.
Complainant—Ah, that he is, and he's passionate too.
Defendant—Passionate, Sal ! Why didn't you bre,k
that there old chatty bason as was my grandfather's, and
haven't I paid twopence for many a rivet for it just to
keep up the family honours a little.
How long the recritaiination would have lasted it is im-
possible to say, had not Mr. CoNANT cut it short by
ordering the sticker-up for family honours to find bail.
AN " INExyREssiBLE CUARGE."-Eliza Hopkins, a
young female very gayly dressed, was brought up for final
examination, charged by Senor Turnos, a fierce-looking
little Spaniard, with having pawned, without his consent,

taro paits of his nie_kre3sibks, yanor I`tltiloB, he
his own account, met the lady accidentally in Ills street,
and being suddenly smitten with her charms, he invited
her to his lodgings, and ultimately prevailed upon her to
permit herself to be inducted into all the privileges and
perquisites belonging to the character of Senora Turnos,
without, however, obtaining clerical sanction to such an
arrangement. A few days ago, the lady being desirous of
dropping his acquaintance, contrived to send him out to
look for lodgings in a distant part of the town ; and while
he was absent, she took the opportunity of decamping
without the formality of leave-taking. Senor Turnos de-
scribed himself as falling into " one very grande as.onise-
ment" when he inspected his wardrobe, to discover there
were sundry deficiencies ; and, in particular, that his Sun-
day " toggery had vanished ; and a little hint of their
destination furnished, by finding in their stead a couple of
small cards, which informed him his " uncle" had kindly
taken charge of them. Having met with Miss Hopkins
in his perambulations, he gave her into custody.
The defendant, who appeared brimful of anger and con-
tempt, declared that the filthy fellow had stated that
which was entirely false, for the clothes had been given her
by him, i❑ order to purchase pabulum for both parties.
Ilah ! said the Senor with great animation, for vy you
have say dat ; I vas alvay treat you vit money as von stien-
tleinan ; and den you rob me of my clothes, and all my
five shirts.

Why, you never had but one shirt since I knew you,
retorted Miss Hopkins, and my landlady can prove it ;
you know that I have worked night and day to keep you.
Oh, fye, fye, said the Spaniard, I has von pension from
de Inglese Government, and alvay has very mosh money.
It's false, replied Mi,s Hopkins, the very morning I
left you, you sent your boots to pawn for a shilling to get
breakfast with.

Mr. CONA NT, who heard the case, being of opinion that
the complainant would find some difficulty in persuading
a Jury that Miss Hopkins had not been authorised to
pawn the articles in question, said he should order her to
he discharge d.
Vot you sal discharge her for, yen she rob me, said the
Spaniard in a rage ; den I sal transport her fur seven year
to de Old Bailey ; I ca'nt get no shoostice here, so I go
to the oder place.
Mks Hopkins, on being releas:d, very cordially recom-
mended her quondam friend to the "oder place," and then
quitted the office.