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

A POSTER OF SE.)ITIOUS PLACARDS.

At mid-day on Friday a young man was ta:zen in the
act of posting a Fenian placard on the front of the Man-
sion House. He proved to be an Irishman, named Michael
Gough, 17 years of age, a bookbinder by trade, and the
same person, there is reason to believe, who committed a
similar act on Saturday, the 18th instant. Since then the
district police have been on the alert, in anticipation of
fresh attempts being made to degrade the official residence
of the Lord Mayor, and, among other arrangements, they
had enlisted the services or a trustworthy commissionaire,
named Samuel Neale, wearing the badge 64, who is usually
on duty in the immediate neighbourhood. About half-
past two in the day, Gough, who is a mere stripling, was
seen by the commissionaire and James Burn, of 337,
Strand, who happened to be passing, to stop abruptly in
front of the house and hastily affix a placard upon the
lower part of the portico. Before they could arrest him
he had taken to his heels and ran along Waibrook, but
he was followed and caught by a Mr. Cunningham, of 48,
Oxford-street, who had heard a cry of " Stop thief," and
who handed him over to the custody of Timothy Carroll,
a City police-constable, who joined in the pursuit. The
prisoner was forthwith conducted to the Bow-lane Police-
station, where he at first refused his address, but at length
said he was in the employment of Messrs. Symonds, book-
binders, in Bouverie-street, Fleet-street. Upon him were
found two cheap editions, nearly new, of Moore's " Irish
Melodies," and a copy of the Universal Newspaper, on the
front page of which, in conspicuous type, was an article
headed " Reminiscences of Young Ireland." He had also
in his possession a well-used copy of the Roman Catholic
manual " The Garden of the Soul," and a pocket diary, ia
which there were copious entries, proving beyond doubt
his sympathy with the Fenian Brotherhood, and many of
them written in the most extravagant language. One was
as follows :

"Saturday, Nov. 23, 1867, was a day the remembrance
of which should never be effaced from the hearts of Irish-
men, for on that day, at the hour of eight in the morning,
in front of the New Bailey Prison, Salford, England, three
additional names were inscribed on the roll of r..artyrs to
liberty—the glory-roll of Ireland—as follows :—William
Allen, Michael Larken, Samuel Gould, who were sacrificed
in order to appease the thirst for blood and to stay the
stomach of that bugbear of uncivilised States and peoples,
the British lion. They were sacrificed in the vain endea-
vour to terrify those who might effectually succeed in
striking terror into his most magnanimous heart ; and a
foolish endeavour it was, for those whom it was in-
tended to terrify were those on whom it took quite an
opposite effect, and men said Ireland should be
free, her cause being re-baptised and regenerated by the
blood of those heroic men."

Another entry in the prisoner's diary was in these
terms :
" Fri." (probably an abbreviation for Friday)—" C. H. F.
Diabolical outrage at Clerkenwell, attributed to Fenianism.
Went to the scene of the disaster. Met K., and lost each
other in the crowd." _ .

The placard posted, or attempted to be posted, in the
front of the Mansion House by the prisoner, like that of
the previous week, was wholly in manuscript, but in cha-
racters closely resembling ordinary type. It began with
the letters " 1.E." signifying, it is presumed, Irish
Republic. Below these was a pen-and-ink sketch of an
Irish harp, encircled by representations of the shamrock,
and beneath that were the words, " Eriu-go-bragh—God
save Ireland ! " The rest of the document was as fol-
lows :--

" he'r`otnmotahretrrrsna rrhmeis cIRISHKENn the
effe
pure r o b etll ed
death. Irishmen of London, of England, your enemies
y glory
has
beenoll o f
done Er Erin's
o
sstio
now publicly appeal to you to aid them in oppressing our
unfortunate (as yet) country. Will you silently submit to
this insult to your name, to your nation :;for we are yet
unconylered)? Will you tamely take th,, bait laid for you
by craft? Shall the blood which has flowed for
centuries Lave been 51.e,1 in vain? Be not deceived ! They
would use you to propagate disunion among us, and
when you had served them' you would be discarded a,
worthies ;. You have been told plainly that it is useless
begging for your rights any longer. What, then, shall we
do? Rise manfully. Unite ! Irishmen, let no petty dis-
cord blight your hopes. Press forward fearlessly in the
path to freedom. Let there be no vile truckling with the
enemy. Liberate our land ! Behold a regenerated Ireland
Strangle the British Lion, the bugbear of savage poten-
tates, in his own gory ensign, and proclaim to the
world that you are free ! To those Irishmen who, through
timidity or for their own interests, forget their ancestry,
we say :
- - -

" Knaves and traitors stand aside,
Cowards, curs, your heads go hide,
Slaves and dastards fag an bealac.' (sic.)
God save the Green."

THE FENIAN ARRESTS AT DEPTFORD

GREENWICH POLICE COURT.

The following appeared in our latest edition of yester-
day :

James Richardson, Florence M'Carthy, and
Maurice Lytlelton, were placed before Mr. Maude
for further examination, at the above Police-court,
charged with treason-felony.
The men, it will be recollected, were charged
with attempting to administer the Fenian oath
to a young man named James Bendall, an Ameri-
can, with the view of inducing him to commit trea-
son-felony.

Mr. Wontner, jun., appeared on the part of the
Crown for the prosecution, and said that being but
recently instructed, he should only call confirmatory
evidence of that given by the witness Boutell, and
then he should ask for a re►uand. He should also
put in a memorandum book which had been found
on the prisoner Lyttleton, which was full of curious
entries, most of which were signed Maurice Darcy,
and amongst them the following lines of poetry :
And shall we bend and bend fur ever,
And shall no time our bondap sever,
And shall we kneel, but battle never
For our soil?

And shall our tyrants safely reigu
On thrones built up of slaves and slain,
And nought to us and ours remain

But chains and toil ?
No ! round their graves our oath we plight,
To watch, and labour, and unite,
Till banded be the nation's might,
Its spirit steeled.

And then, collecting all our force,
We'll cross oppression in its course,
And die.! or all our rights enforce
On the geld.

Like an ebbing sea that will come again,
Slowly retired that host of men.
Methinks they'll keep, some other day,
The oath they swore on the martyr's clay,
Its spirit steeled.
MAURICE DARCY, T.C.D.
Deptford, S.E., London, Jan. 14, 1868.

Edmond Seale, landlord of the King William the
Fourth public-house, Wellington-street, Deptford,
said that on Sunday last Littleton, O'Leary, and
one of the others came to my house with the witness
Boutell. After a short time INl‘Carthy came in, and
then having ordered some beer, began talking about
America. One of the men called Boutell a--
Fenian. A very spirited conversation took place,
when Lyttleton struck his hand on the table and
said, " We've a -- snake amongst us, which must
' be dispersed.'" I then interfered, when one of the
men challenged me to fight. In the meantime
Lyttleton, Boutell, O'Leary, and another one or
two,went into my back passage. They were going
to my parlour, hut they found it locked. Boutell
asked me for the key, which I called for, and then
gave it to him, and then all except Lyttleton went
into it.

Lyttleton—l hope you will pay attention to that.
Witness continued—Lyttleton was then in the
front of the bar. I don't know who it was who
said, " Let us sit down and talk over some matters
we have to settle." I think all the people in the
parlour must have heard that remark. I afterwards
told them that as it was getting near three o'clock
they must settle their conversation, as I was going
to close the house. .1 then went into the bar.
O'Leary then came out and advised Lyttleton to
go into the parlour, but he said, " I shan't," but
he afterwards went in with O'Leary. At two
minutes before three o'clock I went to the door
and told them to come out, but I found
the door locked. I demanded admission, and in
two or three minutes the door was opened by
O'Leary, and I then said, "As my house is closed
in front, you must go out the back way." Richard-
son did not come to me and make some remarks
about what was going on inside. I did not see them
come out of the room until I had tried to open the
door, or before they all left. About a quarter to
five
Boutell, the
csaomnveerasfatetin with the ronoon,eameandtold me
he had had a
prisoners.
INl‘Carthy,o' Leary, Lyttletou, and Richardson came
into the house together. O'Leary tried to strike
Boutell. I interfered, when Lyttleton made a rush
at me and struck me in the jaw.
Lyttleton—That's true.
Witness continued—Richardson told him he had
no right to strike me, and after that I got them out
of the house and I did not see them any more.
Cross-examined by Mr. Pulling for Richardson
and M'Carthy—l have occupied the house two
years. I don't recollect ever seeing M'Carthy be-
fore that occasion, and then he came to inquire
about a potman. I don't remember to have seen
Richardson at my house previous to that day.
It was about two when M'Carthy came. The con-
versation before the bar occupied about a quarter
of an hour. I cannot account for the time between
that time and three o'clock when 'closed the house.
I don't know what they did during the other part
of the time they were there. They were in the
room about a quarter of an hour. They all went
into the room, but I can't swear that M'Carthy did
not leave the room, neither can I with respect to
Richardson. I recollect the door being locked, but
I don't remember anybody coming to me after
that. I believe that M'Carthy came out of the
room first, but I don't recollect exactly how they
came out of the room. My impression is that
M'Carthy was standing outside the door when I
went to knock at it. I had not noticed him there
before, so I cannot say bow long he had been out-
side. He was not outside the back door of the
house—it was the parlour door lam speaking of.
I told him I wanted to turn the men out, but I
don't recollect his reply. I don't recollect him
saying he was waiting to arrest one of the parties
as a Fenian.
M'Carthy—You don't recollect that !

Witness continued—l will not swear M'Carthy
did not use the words. He might have done so,
but I did not hear them. I did not see Richardson
outside the door before the other men cane out.
He did not come and say to me, " There is some
bad business going on inside, and you bad better
get the men out." Nothing of the sort was said.
Al'Carthy did not say he was waiting to arrest any
one. When I opened the door I let out three men,
Lyttleton, O'Leary, and Boutell.
Mr. Maude —Then there was nobody left in the
room ?
Witness—No, sir.

Cross-examination continued—At half-past five
I recollect M'Carthy coming to my house, and
I remember the fact from the circumstance that
the party were the last to leave and the first
to return. I took particular notice of O'Leary,
Lyttleton, and Boutell, but Richardson I knew took
part in the fight, as he tried to defend me. During
the whole of the Sunday I never heard one expres-
sion relative to Fenianism from M'Carthy, neither
did I from Richardson. 4fter the afternoon occur-
rence at two o'clock on the Sunday, in the evening
at five o'clock I again saw Boutell ; he came to re-
port to me what had been done. He went away,
and I have not seen him since. - I had seen Boutell
come in for the first time about a week before the
occurrence of which lam speaking took place. He
never asked me whether Irishmen came to my house.
My house is supported entirely by Irish people. I
cannot say Boutell was there in frequent conversa-
tion with my customers. I don't know what he usually
talked about. I don't think I ought to be expected to
know what all my customers talk about. I have
seen Ling the detective once in my house with Bou-
tell. I have seen Boutell twice, reckoning the time
I have seen him in court. I never heard Boutell
swear that he was not a Fenian. I don't know how
much drink Boutell had on the Sunday, but I know
he did not spend three shillings. He c mld not have
done so ; he only had beer. I keep a tally, but not
against men of principle, and I consider Boutell to
be one of that class. I know he would pay me if
he owed ine anything without my asking him for
it. I will not swear that he does or does not at the
present time owe me money.
Mr. Maude—You don't run accounts ; yours is a
ready-money business.
Witness—Yes.

Mr. Maude—And if a person whom you know
conies in a hurry and takes refreshment and does
not pay, you don't take notice of it on the instant ?

Witness—That is so, sir. I don't know an ex-
policeman namod