The Sun.
London, England, 1832-11-24 00:00:00

stated that he lately held the situation of engine-keeper to
the parish of St. Clement Danes, and the keys of the gate
leading to the burial-ground were in his possession. He
had known the prisoner Phillips for about two months.
About a month ago he met him in a public-house in
Wych-street, Strand, when Phillips asked him to show a
young man from the King's College the situation of St.
Clement's burial-ground. He consented, and the young
man came in soon after, and witness took him to the
burial-ground. He said it would do very well. After
this it was agreed that Phillips, Arnold, and witness
should meet on the following Monday night at a public-
house in Picket-street, Strand. They came according to
appointment, and witness having unlocked the gate, they
all three went into the burial-ground. Witness went into
the engine-house, and Phillips and Arnold went in the
direction of the burial-ground. The witness then stated
that, shortly after, he distinctly saw Phillips digging at
the grave, while Arnold was standing by on the look
out. He soon after saw Arnold stoop down, and bring
up a body from the grave. At this moment a light ap-
peared at one of the windows overlooking the church-
yard, and they all went away, Phillips and Arnold bring-
ing the dead body with them, which they deposited in a
hamper, and placed in the passage where it was found by
the police.
The prisoners were asked if they wished to say anything.
The prisoner Arnold had been led quite innocently into
the business, and said that lie took no part in disturbing
the grave or removing the body.
Phillips, who is a most determined-looking ruffian,
treated the matter quite in a professional way. Arnold,
he said, had nothing to do with the sulgect ; but with
respect to Batty, it was from him the proposal to enter
the burial-ground was first made. The ground had been
talked over by Batty and him for some time previous to
the night in question. Batty suggested that it would do
well, as the parish had lately ordered that the paupers who
died in the workhouse should be buried there, so that they
would not be in want of subjects. He (Phillips) told
him that be was glad to have such a chance, but he feared
that this here 'Natomy Bill would spoil their sport, and
make it very unpleasant to them both. On the Saturday
previous to the Monday in question he was passing through
St. Bartholomew's Hospital, when he met a gentleman,
who slipped a note into his hand, the subject of which
was that a subject was wanted to send into the country:
He then went to Batty, and it was arranged that they
should go to the burial-ground on Monday night, and get
a subject.
Sir F. ROE told the prisoners that he should send them
both for trial; and the witnesses being bound over to
prosecute, the prisoners were committed to take their trial
for the misdemeanour.

THE PISTOL PLOT TO ASSASSINATE
THE KING OF FRANCE,
AND THE TRICKS OF THE DOCTRINNAIRES!!!

(From 0. P. Q. in the Morning Chronicle.)
In order that the mass of your readers may be able per.
l'ectly to understand this plot, I shall imagine the scene in

London (though in parenthesis I will give you the names

of the streets, &c., in Paris), and a journeyman carpenter
will then be able as completely as myself to understand
what dupes the Deputies, Peers, and National Guards of
Paris have been made by Vidocq, the police and their mas-
ters. Well, then, imagine for a moment, that on the
Surrey side of Waterloo-bridge (Pont Royal) there is a
Palace (the Tuileries), and from this palace the King is
to proceed across the bridge, down the Strand and Fleet-
street (the Quays), as far as St. Paul's (the Chamber of
Deputies), in order to present a great solemnity. Imagine
that there are two lines of soldiers to keep off the

people from the road along which the procession is to
march, that hundreds of police agents, constables, and
national guards, or militia,' are stationed everywhere,
both disguised and in uniform, about; and imagine, that
instead of houses on the Somerset-house side of the
Strand and Fleet-street, as you go down, that there is a
dwarf-wall, looking over which is the Thames (the Seine),
which flows close beneath, and from which wall no one
could drop or fall without being smashed to pieces. Ima-
gine six rows of individuals closely packed together, with-
out room to stick a pin between them, at the rear of the
soldiers between their backs and the wall, and imagine the
coping stone of this wall covered thickly all along with
persons standing upon it, anxious to look over the heads of
the crowd placed below on the foot-way, and to see the
procession moving on. Imagine a fine day in November
(19th)—the air clear—no fog—two o'clock in the after-
noon, the sun shining, and the procession ordered to leave
the Palace, to cross over the Bridge, and to go round the
corner, and down the Strand at a foot• pace slowly, and
thus arrive at St. Paul's (the Chamber of Deputies).
Imagine, moreover, that the Strand, instead of being
as wide as it is, is not quite so wide as Catherine. street,
and that a dense mass of individuals are crowded toge

ther, without any carriages being permitted to traverse
the streets in question. Imagine Catherine-street guarded
by horse soldiers—the entry to the Strand (Quai d'Orsay),
round the other corner of Waterloo-bridge, very narrow, and
yet guarded by policemen and soldiers, and imagine all
avenues flanked by troops of different sorts, ready at a
moment's notice to advance in case of tumult. Imagine
a -tout large man on a white horse, proceeding at a foot
pace, and slowly from this palace over this bridge, and
imagine him just turning round the corner to go down the
Strand to Fleet-street and St. Paul's. This is the King !
" Hats off, Gentlemen—hats off—Vive le Roi !!" Ima-
gine behind the soldiers, whose faces front the river, and
who, therefore, look towards the people standing on the
parapet wall to see the King pass—half a dozen, or a
dozen, or thirty (for we have had three different accounts
already of their number) of young men in a working garb
who, standing together, are boisterous, and troublesome,
and et loud in their cries of " Vive le Roi !" Imagine
a young woman come up from the country, standing close
behind one of the soldiers in the front row, looking over
his shoulders, and endeavouring to catch a glimpse of the
passing cortege! Imagine these young men, and especially
one of them from 15 to 18—no 22—no 35 years of age
(for the police has already published three different ac-
counts of ages in the Nouvelliste, France Nouvelle, De-
buts, and Moniteur), very troublesome and insolent to
this young country-woman—pinching her, tickling her,
and even taking liberties with her person. Imagine the
King coming round the corner at an extremely slow pace,
about three yards from this young man and this annoyed
.and irritated young woman—so conspicuously placed and
alone (though followed by his Aides-de-camp and General
Officers), that a baby of five years of age could not fail to
hit him with a sugar-plum if thrown at his Majesty.
And then imagine this young man taking a deliberate aim
with a pistol at the King—firing it over the shoulder of
the young woman, and also of the soldier—and then drop-
ping on the ground the pistol—and another pistol loaded
—and then getting off no one knows where, through a
dense mass of men, constables, soldiers, and police agents
without being seen—known—or• discovered ! ! 1 Ima-
gine the Aides•de•camp of the King ordering all the indi-
viduals on the spot to be detained, and yet only half-a-
dozen being arrested. Imagine half an hour suffered to
escape before the investigation was proceeded with. Ima-
gine that not only the King was not shot or hurt—but
that the dense mass of soldiers and people opposite
at only twelve paces distant, and all the people on the
parapet wall in like manner escaping uninjured. Imagine
that no one saw the ball—that it has not been found—
that it touched no one—and that the pistol made a great
noise, but went off in smoke ! ! Imagine the young
woman who had been ao insulted not seizing the man by
his arm—first saying be was twenty-two years of age, and
then varying in the statement, and allowing him to make
his escape, without crying," Stop the assassin !" Imagine
the soldiers, who were but one remove from this assassin,
unable to seize the guilty individual, and reduced to the
necessity of declaring that they could not discover the of-
fender, because not soon enough required to do so.
Imagine the Ministeral Journal of the evening, publishing.
in the first instance, a statement, that these troublesome,
noisy young men had been arrested and conveyed to
prison, and that the assassin would be discovered ; but
publishing in a " THIRD EDITION" that the murderer
could not be found out!! Imagine the London Gazette
of the next morning (the Moniteur) coolly declaring that
the author of this horrible attempt had not been arrested
—and not offering even a reward of FIVE POUNDS for•• the
arrest of the assassin in question. Imagine that all this
took place just after a revolution—and just at the moment
when the Houses of Parliament are to meet to decide be-
tween two systems of political Government—one for a
popular Throne with Republican Institutions—and another
for a Throne with Monarchical and exceptional measures.
' Imagine that the courtiers and absolutists rush to St.
Paul's and exclaim, " THEY (meaning the patriots) HAVE
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Ima-
gine that out of five hundred Peers and Deputies present,
about one hundred and fifty proceed, and assure the King
of their delight at his preservation. Imagine that in-
stantly notice is sent to Hackney, and Wandsworth, and
Chelsea, and Paddington, and Islington, and Kingsland—to
all the National Guards (you have none I know), as
well as to every parish in London, to hasten the
next morning, at ten o'clock, to prostrate them-
selves at the foot of the throne, and swear fidelity
to the King. Imagine all this arrangement " cut and
dried," as you would say, in an hour or two, and even para-