The Sun.
London, England, 1835-07-15 00:00:00

ELEOM V. NABPS.

This was an action of trover for ten horses and harness. Tli,!
plaintiff was a publican, the defendant a corn-dealer. The
horses and harness in question were sold for 150/. to the plain-
tiff by a coach driver of the name of Lipscombe, to whom he
paid the money.
Verdict for the plaintiff—Damages 1501.

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

HATTON-GARDEN.

Yesterday Edward Salmon., a short, fat, and dirty-looking
fellow, one of the " Dickey Gossip" fraternity, was brought
before Mr. LAING, in the custody of a police constable of the
G division, charged with drunkenness.
The constable, yesterday morning, at an early hour, found
the prisoner lying on the pavement in a beastly state of intoxica-
tion, and bleeding from a wound in the head, when he took him
to the station-house.

Mr. LAING (to the prisoner)—Pray what are you? Pri-
soner (blubbering)—l am a barber, your Worship.
Mr. LAlNG—Where do yot. live ? Prisoner (crying and
rubbing his eyes)—l keeps a shop in Ould-street, your
Worship.
Mr. LAING—.What have you to say to having been found in
such a beastly state of drunkenness? Prisoner—Oh, your
Worship, it was not drunkenness ; I am troubled with fits ;
and, being seized with one, I fell down and cut my head, which
you can see here.

- Constable—On searching him we found this in his pocket,
your Worship (holding up a gin-bottle-half full of gin. )
Mr. LAING—Your fits are fits of drunkenness, and you cut
your head, I have no doubt, through having fallen against a
public-house door. Prisoner—Oh, dear no, your Worship, the
fact is, I got up early to bathe in the New River, and coming
home I fell down and cut my head.
Mr. LAING—And do you always take a bottle of gin with
you when you go to bathe? Prisoner (crying)-oh, no, your
Worship, I was taking it home to my wife.
Mr. LAING—To your wife ! and pray can't your wife get gin
for herself? Prisoner—Oh, yes, your Worship, she can; but
I thought I would save her the trouble.
Mr. LAING—The fact is, you are an inveterate drunkard,
and carry gin about with you. You have not the excuse of
other drunkards, that you were made drunk by your friends,
or through society. Pray where"did you procure this gin for
your wife? Prisoner—Oh, your 'Worship, I got it at the sign
of the Cock.

Mr. LAING—And where is the Cock ? Prisoner—At the
corner of Vs ilderness-row, your Worship.
Mr. LAING—And do you often get gin for your wife at the
Cock ? Prisoner—She gets it there herself, your Worship ;
but as I was passing by I went into it accidentally. It is a fact,
I assure your Worship.
Mr. LAING—I do not believe a word you say. It is a pity
that the police constables should be dragged from more im-
portant duties to take care of such drunken fellows.

Prisoner—Oh, pray forgive me, your Worship.
Mr. LAING-Have you got five shillings to pay to the King?
Prisoner—No, your Worship, I've got to pay the King's taxes
to-day..

Mr. LAING—I shall discharge you, then, on paying
ling ; but take care that you are never brought here again
under similar circumstances.

The prisoner, who was covered with mud, and seemed to re-
quire the- use of his own " lather and brush, &c.," then paid
the shilling and departed with the gin bottle and its contents,
to recruit his wife's spirits after his temporary absence from
home.