The Sun.
London, England, 1859-09-01 00:00:00

Constable—Yes, your worship.
Mr- Paynter—Do you know anything of the
complainant ?

Constable—l know that she has just left her
situation.

Mr. Paynter (to the prisoner)—Are you a mar-
ried man ?

The Prisoner-1 am, sir.
Mr. Paynter—Well, I shall remand you for a
week.

Prisoner—Will you let me have bail ?
Mr. Paynter—No, I shall not take bail at
present.

The prisoner was then removed to the cells.

SHOCKING AFFAIR AT NEWCASTLE-

UPON-TYNE.

A fatal brawl occurred in Pandon Dene, a low
neighbourhood in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, on Mon-
day evening. An old woman, named Anderson,
occupied a tenemented dwelling in the Dene; and
her neighbour was Elizabeth Curry, landlady of
the Piwenix Tavern. Mrs. Curry's daughter, a
little girl, Ras using some most filthy language to
Mrs. Anderson, and Mrs. Curry, rushing out, seized
the old woman, and with great violence threw her
from the top of a flight of wooden stairs leading to
her own house on the ground floor. Falling head
foremost with caisiderable force against the wall at
the bottom, her head was severely cut ; and the
power of moving any part of her body seemed to
have ceased. The unfortunate woman, who never
spoke after the deadly fall, lingered till about a
quarter before seven the same evening, when death
terminated her sufferings.
Mr. Hoyle, coroner, held an inquest on the body
on Tuesday afternoon, at the Weavers' Arms, New
Pandon-street, and after the jury had viewed• the
body of the deceased the followi*g evidence was
taken :
Robert Anderson sworn—l am a painter, .and
live at No. 14, New Pandon•street. The body
which has been viewed by the jury is that of my
grandmother, and she was 78 years of age. Her
husband is dead, and I am the only person who
lived with her. Her name was Elizabeth Ander-
son.

Ann Swinburne—l live in New Pandon-street,
and am the wife of John Swinburne, labourer. I
knew the deceased Elizabeth Anderson, and have
lived several years near her. On Monday afternoon,
between four and six o'clock, there Was a quarrel
in the Dene, and I went to see what it was about.
When I arrived there, the deceased came up the
stairs from her own room and stood at the top,
leaning her back against the " jam" of the door.
The next notice I took of her was on seeing Eliza-
beth Curry, who is about ten years of age, talking
to her, and calling the deceased bad names, and
throwing water upon her from a large tin pot.
Mrs. Anderson called her an impudent slut, and
told her to go away or she would tell her mother.
The girl replied to Mrs. Anderson that she would
make her mother give her impudence enough. The
girl then went away, and in a few moments her
mother, whose name is also Elizabeth Curry, came
to where the deceased was standing, doubled her
fists, and put them up to Mrs. Anderson's face, and
said something to her ; but there was .such a great
noise I did not hear what, it was. Mrs. Anderson
then turned away from her and laid her left hand
on the rail at the top of the stairs. She then
stepped upon the first step of the stairs, and Mrs.
Curry ran after her, put both her hands upon her
back, and pushed her down the stairs. The old
woman in her fall was turned round, and fell upon
the back of her head. I was about three yards
from where Curry pushed the deceased. Mrs. An-
derson was in her usual state of health. and had
been busy baking bread at her oven. Wben the
deceased fell to the bottom of the stairs Mrs.
Wigham, a neighbour, who bad been standing in
the passage, went down to her assistance, and
spoke to her, but got no reply. I then went down,
and found her lying on the broad of her back, and
her head kept up a little by being against the
wall. A man, Renford, came down the stairs
and assisted us to take the old woman into her own
room. The deceased never spoke after she was
thrown down. There was a pool of bl iod where
she had fallen, and my, apron and hands were also
filled with it. The injuries which the jury have
seen were caused by the fall. I left the room after
we placed her upon the bed, and when Iwentnboawcnk
a short time afterwards she was dead. I have known
the deceased forl4 years and never sawherintoxi-
cated. When Mrs. Curry threw Mrs. Anderson
down stairs she disappeared, and I never saw her
again till she was takentothe s
drunktation-honuosre.yelt
can't say whether Mrs. Curry was
that she was sober. I cannot safely say what passed
between the deceased and Mrs. Curry before the
latter knocked her down stairs. Mrs. Anderson

a member, and if a cage of cruelty was made out,
the certificates of the captain and mate could be
annulled or suspended. Neither the Board of
Trade nor the Local Marine Boards would justify
or encourage harshness or cruelty to men
or boys in our merchant service. He would advise
the applicant to lose no time in making his com-
plaint to the Board of Trade. If he did not, the
sailors belonging to the ship would be gone.
ThE Applicant—When will the Local Marine
Board meet, sir ?
Mr. Solfe—The Local. Marine Board meets every
Thursday. You had better write to the Board of
Trade to-morrow, and forward a copy of your son's
letter with it.
The Applicant—I wish a public exposure, as well
as punishment, to save other boys who are sent out
to sea in the merchant service. Have you no
jurisdiction, sir?
Mr. Selfe—l am afraid not, at least to act here ;
but at the Local Marine Board I shall have no ju-
risdiction to inquire into the matter. Where is the
owner
The Applicant—Mr. Avery, the owner, lives at
North Shields. Mr. Ensell, his brother-in-law and
agent, is in London. It is a case of the most
dreadful cruelty.
Mr. Selfe—Give the earliest notice you can to the
Board of Trade, or the sailors may be out of the
way.
The Applicant_l will--I will, sir. I only want
justice.
He then retired in a state of great agitation.

HAMMERSMITH,--CURIOUS CASE OF STAB-
BING A YOUNG WOMAN IN A COFFEE-HOUSE
Amos Picking, aged 37 years, a cabinet-maker, was
placed in the dock before Mr. Paynter, charged
with stabbin- a young woman, named Elizal-eth
Lenney, in the head and face, while in a coffee-
house at Notting-hill.
The complainant, whose head was bandaged with
surgical plaster, deposed that she was a servant out
of place, having left her last situation only very
recently, and she now lodged in the Portland-road,
Notting-hill. About 12 o'clock on Tuesday night
she went with a female friend into a coffee-house at
the corner of the Mall, in the High-street to have a
cup of tea, and they were followed in by the pri-
soner. He sat himself down in the box opposite to
them, and commenced talking about his being a
police-constable in plain clothes. Her friend asked
him what division he belonged to, and he replied
the T. Her friend made some observation upon
that, when he took up the knife with which he was
eating his supper and struck witness twice on the
face and head, and he then ran away. Her head
was cut open, and she was very much injured.
Mr. Paynter asked her if her friend said any-
thing offensive to the prisoner.
The complainant said she did not.
Mr. Paynter also asked the witness if the pri-
soner spoke to them before they entered the coffee-
house.
The complainant said he never spoke to them
until he sat down opposite to them.
Upon the prisoner being asked if he had any
questions to put to the witness, he denied that he
spoke to them about his being a policeman.
Amelia Bennett, a young woman living in the
Royal-mews, Notting-hill, said the prisoner stood
at the door of the coffee-house as they entered, and
he followed in after them. When he told her it
was the T division he belonged to, she kaid she
liked the D's best, and not the T's. He then com-
menced using very bad language, and attempted to
strike her with the knife; in doing so he struck
the complainant and not her. He ran away, but
returned and took up the knife again, and struck
the complainant a second time. The knife stuck in
her head and witness took it out. The prisoner
left it sticking in her head and ran away. She had
not said anything offensive to him. They did not
speak to him as they entered, and nothing passed
between them until he sat down opposite to them.
There was plenty of room for the prisoner to have
sat down in another part of the place without sit-
ting down in their box.
Police-constable M'Key, 220 T, produced a medi-
cal certificate from Mr. Jackson, the divisional sur-
geon, stating that the young woman was suffering
from an incised wound of the scalp, penetrating to
the bone, about two inches in length.
The officer also produced a sharp-pointed table-
knife which he found in the coffee-house, and the
blade was covered with blood. He stated that he
was on duty in the High-street, and saw the pri-
soner running away, and as he passed him he
asked him what was the matter, and he answered
" Nothing." Fancying that something was wrong,
he went after him, and then there was an alarm of
the prisoner having stabbed a woman. When he
stopped him he expressed his regret at v.hat he had
done, and said he would go back quietly with him.
Mr. Paynter—ls the prisoner known!
Constable—Yes, sir ; he is a very respectable
man, and lives at Notting-hill.
Mr. Paynter—Was he sober at the time ?