The Sun.
London, England, 1828-12-25 00:00:00

COURT OF COMMON PLEAS, DEC. 24

THE MON. IL COCHRANE V. THE EXECUTORS OF LONG.
Mr. CHITTY, in opening the pleadings, stated that
it was complaiked in the declaration in this case, that
the plaintiff having been possessed of a certain steam-
vessel called the lircsistiblc, had sold it, after it had
become a wreck, to the deceased Long, but that he
Long, having failed to pay the purchase-money, and
take away the vessel, the plaintiff was compelled to
put it up fur a second sale, in which he alleged he
►ncurred certain losses and expenses, for which the
present action was-brought. The defendant pleaded
the general issue.

A-ftcr the case had been in part heard, Mr. Jus-
tice PARK said, that he was so convinced of the im-
propriety of the action, that he would nonsuit the
plaintiff at all risks.
The plaintiff ryas then called and nonsuited.

PLYMOUTH POLICE.

A native of the sister isle, a mender of soles, ap-
peared to fatbstantiate a complaint against Joseph
Marahm, a private in the Rifle Brigade ; and on
the parties presenting themselves to the notice of the
Bench, tha complainant was asked his name ; he re-
plied, with a decent tip of the brogue, pushing his
hands into the pockets of a surtout coat, which
cased his person, " O'Sullivan Thompson, at your
Hono:ir's service." " Well, O'Sullivan Thompson,
what is the nature of your complaint ?" " Your
Honour, lam come to swear my life away; I and
all my concerns•are in danger through this man and
the likes of him." Bench. " Why, what has he
done ?" O'Sullivan Thompson. " Oh I just
nothing" (biking his hands from his pockets)
more than saying he would put his bayonet through
my guts; it's very civil of him for that too."—
Bench. "Is that all ?" O'Sullivan Thompson.
"Is that all's your Honour asks. Is not a bayonet
in a man's guts enough ? Is that an explanation fit
for a soldier ?" Bench. " Did he strike you ?"
O'Sullivan Thompson. " No; he said he'd be
after whipping it into me, and I thought I'd com-
plain before I received it, as perhaps after I could
not." Bench. " What was the cause of this ?"
O'Sullivan Thompson : " The cause, did you say ?
why only because I wished to take care of toy esta-
blishment; I am a tradesman come from London to
open an establishment, and is it the likes of any
vagabond to interfere with my concern ?" After a
few more remarks, it came out that the defendant,
with a dozen others, were lodgers in the same house
in Perabroke-street, where the complainant carried
on his establishment, and that, in consequence of
O'Sullivan shutting the door of the house before all
the lodgers came in of an evening, the fracas had
ensued, when the language alluded to bad been used.
The Bench declared that the summons must be dis-
charged, as no assault had been made Out. At this
decision, Mister O'Sullivan Thompson said,
" What's to become of my concern ?"—" What
concern ?" said the Bench—for as yet no one know
what establishment Mr. O'Sullivan Thompson car-
ried on. " The concern of a cordwainer ; here is
my address, your Honour," cried he, presenting his
card, by which it appeared that he was a bootmaker,
just come from London, and that he had been boot-
maker to his Grace the Duke of Norfolk; and, fur-
ther, as an N. 8., it was stated, " Lectures on the
Rudiments of Boot and Shoe-cutting, given to the
Trade." This created a smile, but since the march
of intellect has made such rapid strides, and im-
proved all professions, we see no reason why lec-
tures should not be given on the cut of a boo
or shoe.

Another summons was about to be called on,
when the last complainant said, " I have another
case ;" and O'Sullivan Thompson again stood as
complainant !1 ! His opponent here was a lady, also
a lodger, and she too came from the land of sweet
Erin; she had called him a scoundrel, a villain, and
other great things. This arose under similar cir-
cumstances about the door, and the case was dismiss-
ed. Mr. Thompson, tired of being nonsuited, was
now about to move off, when he was detained by the
officer, with a " here, you are wanted."
O'Sullivan Thompson again I—He now stood as
defendant, to answer the charge of having blackened
the eye of one Ann Duncan. Ann told her tale—
she went into a public house in Pembroke-street,
when O'Sullivan came in, and, after he had been
there a short time, his speech was not proper, and
she told him of it, and called him a blackguard ; his
reply was a blow in the face, which floored her, and
placed her eye in mourning.
O'Sullivan Thompson—" Now, your Honours,
hear me, and I'll make it appear quite clear that I
am innocent of the charge. This person came into
the house and asked me for a halfpenny. Did you
not, good woman ?" touching Mrs. Ann Duncan
gently by the shoulder, " did you not, good woman ?
—and did I not say, ' No, I'll not give you any
thing, I'd rather burn it ?' and did I not put the
halfpenny in the fire, just like that ?" shoving out
his fist towards the Bench.

Ann Duncan (looking from under her loonnet)—
" No, good man, I did Ent ; look to my eye," point-
ing to her glimmer, " and speak to the Bench."
O'Sullivan Thompson—" Your Honour, she
charged we with being an advocate for forging a IN.
note, and said I was a special robber•. Now, for a
man, who came to this town just to commence an
establishment, is it fair he should be treated so ?

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They all abused me. I was but as a dog under
them."

Here a stop was put to, his story, and a witness
was called, who deposed to his striking the woman,
when the Bench fined him ss. and costs, making
9s. 6d.

O'Sullivan Thompson—" Is it 9s. 6d. I have to
pay ? lam ready, your Honours, but don't give
any part of it to that woman, for she will spend it
all in beer, and that's wrong, your Honour knows."
Bench—" She will bare no part of it."
O'Sullivan Thompson—" Then I'm easy ;" but,
on his paying the money, he exclaimed, " I'll pay
this ere small sum ; but all London shall know it."
O'Sullivan Thompson, the lecturer and boot-
maker to his Grace the Duke of Norfolk, then
moved off, being the cost.of two summonses, " and
the small sum " of 9s. 6d. out of pocket.

On Tuesday night the bleaching-grounds of
Mr. Bennett, of Merton Abbey, were entered, anti several
yards of printed muslin stolen. A considerable reward
has been offered for the apprehension of the thieves.