The Sun.
London, England, 1868-01-25 00:00:00

THE SUN, LONDON, SATURDAY EVENING, JANUARY 25, 18b8.

Inspecter Griffin—That person has nothing at all
to do with the case.

Lyttleton— I am about to cross-examine the wit-
ness, and before I do so I wish to know whether
there are any Irish detectives present.
Inspector Griffin—There are none that I know of.
Lyttleton—Very well. Nos, then, Mr. Seale,
you know me, don't you ?—Yes.
And on the Sunday did not the detective, James
Boutell, come in and join our company ?—Yes, he
did.

Do you recollect Boutell going out of the house
and on his return finding Richardson, O'Leary,
and M'Cartby closeted together ?—No, I do not.
Don't you recollect giving Boutell some change
on the Sunday morning as due to him for stand-
ing treat on the previous Saturday night ?
I do. I also recollect that there was a person
there that night who denounced Boutell as a Fenian,
and your putting him out of the house for it.
In answer to further questions from Lyttleton,
the witness said—l did not see Boutell and O'Leary
in a private conversation; they were talking to-
gether, but not whispering. Ido not recollect your
leaving the parlour before Boutell and the others
were out ; you all carne out together.
Lyttleton—You are a flippant perjurer.
Mr. Maude—You must not use such expressions.

Lyttleton—l can't command my feelings, but I
say that man is a flippant perjurer. Will you, sir,
swear on your solemn oath, that you did not know
what Mr. James Boutell was about ?
Witness—That I will swear. lam quite inno-
cent of what was going on in my house, or I would
not have allowed it, I can assure you. I will also
swear I did not hear Boutell say to you " Maurice,
I know it was the drink that made you denounce
me as a detective."

Re-examined by Mr. Wontner—l know nothing
more about Boutell than I do about any of my
other customers. Before I went to the parlour
door on the Sunday afternoon I had previously
sent the pitman, and from what he told me I went
myself. lam quite sure when the men returned at
five o'clock M'Carthy was with them, and I will
take my oath I knew nothing about what was going
on in my house.

At this point the further examination was post-
poned until Friday next.
Lyttleton—l wish your worship would send us to
Horsemonger-lane Gaol ; Maidstone is very incon-
venient to us.

Mr. Maude—l have no power to do that.
The prisoners were then removed.

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MISCELLANEOUS NEWS.

From the Anglo-American Times.)
PARIS, Jan. 23, 1868.

One hears so much of the green corn field and
the sunny vineyards of fair France that the capri-
cious variations of temperature experienced in Paris
are rather trying. The recent severe weather has
been succeeded by thaw and rain ; again probably
to be varied by a fresh touch of frost and snow.
Under such circumstances the season has been par-
ticularly trying, and considerable mortality has
existed, especially among the very aged, or the very
young. All the world has had coughs and colds,
and even I have not escaped the ills which
flesh is heir to, and which the alternate constric-
tion and relaxation of the respiratory organs from
the changeable weather have made so prevalent.
Thanks, however, to the good offices of Messrs.
Roberts and Co., 23, Place Vendome, in the shape
of an alterative and a most magnificent acid tonic
(crede esperto) I am about again with no other
existing souvenir of my temporary] derangement
than a most ravenous appetite. The Count von
der Goltz, Ambassador from the Confederate
States of Germany, has undergone an operation at
his hotel for some kind of cancerous affection of the
mouth, which has been successfal, and the Count
is rapidly approaching convalescence. The greatest
possible anxiety has been manifested on behalf of
the Count by his Sovereign the King of Prussia, as
well as by Count Bismarck, in the shape of inces-
sant telegraphic desp itches. The Emperor also
has manifested the greatest solicitude on the occa-
sion. It would seem from the details given by
the lovers of the marvellous that the disease
is hereditary, as it is said that the Count's
father died of a similar disease, and that, too,
in the very hotel in which his son is at
present staying. I hope there is a good
time coming, for it is said that a similar
season has not been experienced since the year
1829, and the spring usually begins early in France.
Even during the month of February the produc-
tions of Algeria may be seen in the warehouses of
the Central Halles, or principal markets of Paris,
in the shape of green beans, new potatoes, green
peas, &c. ; whilst not only the markets, but even
the myriad shops of the city, are filled to overflow-
ingthe wolidthDeovreirc sporting language—from wild boars,
everykind of game, flex or feather—to use
whole or dismembered, and venison of every variety
down to the smallest teal. Nothing, in fact, comes
amiss to the French chasseur or cuisinier, if one
may judge from the fact that last year a gentleman
in Paris received from a sporting friend in Algeria
the hind quarter of a magnificent lion, whilst on
every stall countless tomtits and corn larks
cry out for vengeance upon their slaughterers.
a good sportsman in
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tycity,
the exploits, ludicrous
accidents, &c., that are constantly occurring give
to an Englishman or American rather an inferior
idea of French force in sporting matters. Last
week a gentleman, noted as a staunch persecutor of
Monsieur Reynard, succeeded in digging out a splen-
didplacing his prize in safety,
the fnop:ninn.
captortunlanteßyway of
hastened to muzzle him with
what ?—guess, gentle reader—why, with nothing
less than the chain of his porte-monnaie, having,
however, omitted the important precaution of
tying his legs as well. The fox managed to
escape in the confusion, carrying with him
the impromptu muzzle, as well as the sum
of fifteen francs contained in the porte-monnaie,
thus, as it were, setting himself a reward upon his
head, to be obtained by some more adventurous
sportsman. An expedition of a more important
character, however, is on the eve of setting out for
Africa, under the auspices of Monsieur Pertniset, the
celebrated lion killer, the number being limited to 50
sportsmen, each of whom will have to pay, as his
contribution to the expedition (board, travelling
expenses, &c., included), for a period of from two
and a half to three months, the sum of 4,500 francs.
The advertisement appears in the windows of the
celebrated Devisme gunmaker, the advertiser oblig-
ingly offering to monopolise all danger that may
arise during the affair. I have never been an
admirer of battues, but have always preferred
a fair day's exercise, with a moderate prospect of
sport, giving the game a chance ; neither have I
been what is technically termed a pot-hunter (that
is to say, a person who goes more for game than for
sport), though I have always bad an eye to the con-
tents of the aforesaid pot at the close of the day's
work; but the idea of toiling for weeks over burn-
ing sands, upon the speculation of occasionally
catching a glimpse of the tail of a lion, varied by
the agreeable possibility of finding him in the midst
of- your party when retired for the night, is rather
too much for my sporting nerves ; and I am apt to
hold opinion with the charity boy when he got
through his alphabet, as to the extreme
doubtfulness of going through so much work to
so little advantage. But I was speaking of
the coming spring, so much looked for in Paris,
to alleviate the existing distress from the
dearness of provisions, and the scarcity of work, of
which an incident that has occurred this week will
serve to give the reader an idea. Last Thursday
four persons entered the establishment of a mar-
chand de vies, who also occupied himself as a
restaurateur, a united business very much in vogue
in Paris, and ordered an excellent dejeuner, which
they washed down with sundry bottles of wine.
After breakfast came the never-failing gloria, a
compound of coffee and brandy, finished up with
cards and a bowl of punch. The bill amounted to
nineteen francs, which was smilingly presented by
the landlady ; but alas for the mutability of human
affairs. "Mon pauvre vieur," said the spokesman
of the party ; " we regret to be unable to liquidate
your demand we are without limey, work, or