The Sun.
London, England, 1844-10-12 00:00:00

EVENIN

Alderman 'WOOD—WeII, what did he do ? Wit-
ness—Do! Why, he went off for a policeman
directly.—(Laughter.)
Alderman WOOD—Did you see him strike Mr.
Taylor ? Witness—No, my Lord, I never saw him
lift his hand to Mr. Taylor.
Alderman WOOD—How did Mr. Taylor get those
wounds in his head ? Witness—Faith, then, my
Lord, I saw him stagger and fall against the stairs,
but I am sure Fitzsimmons never struck him.
Mrs. Fitzsimmons—He called me a w— and a
b—, and I won't stand that from any man.
The ALDERMEN stated, that they considered the
assault a very desperate act of violence, and if the
prisoners had not a large family of young children,
the case should be sent before a jury. The sentence
upon them was, that the man should pay a fine of
forty shillings, or be committed for a month ; and
that the woman should pay a fine of ten shillings, or
be committed for a week.
The prisoners were finally committed to prison.
WORSHIP-STREET.
William Blackett was charged with the following
highway robbery :
George Peach, a weaver, living in Daniel-street,
Bethnal-green, stated that he was passing through
Austin-street, Shoreditch, on his way home, at a
late hour on the preceding night, when the prisoner
suddenly came before him, and, seizing him by the
collar, thrust his hand into the pocket of his trousers,
which contained a quantity of loose silver. On en-
deavouring to disengage himself, the prisoner instantly
withdrew his hand from his pocket, and struck him a
violent blow on the face, that felled him to the ground.
He remained for some time insensible, and on re-

covering himself he found that the prisoner was gone,
and all his money, consisting of three half-crowns and
a shilling, had been stolen.
Sergeant Price, H 15, stated that at two o'clock
that morning he found the prosecutor lying on the
pavement, in Austin-street, with the blood flowing
copiously from his mouth and nose. In answer to
his inquires, the prosecutor told him that he had been
ill used and robbed by a man wearing a white
blouse and cap ; and they afterwards repaired to-
gether to a coffee-house in Shoreditch, where they
found the prisoner, whom the prosecutor immediately
identified as the thief, and had him taken into cus-
tody. The prisoner denied the charge, and declared
that he had not a farthing about him, but on search-
ing him at the station-house they found three half-
crown pieces and a shilling secreted in one of his
shoes. The prisoner was well known to the police,
and had been frequently in custody for different

offences.
The prisoner, who declined saying anything, was
committed for trial.

THE QUEEN ANDTHE OTTER

(From Punch.)

The glories of the bear-garden may yet return,
1 The jocund, hearty times, when royal Elizabeth gave
the majesty of her countenance to the baiting of
blye
passed away. No ;
account of the otter-
huntgblea
nidr irrevocably a
th
at Blair Athol, at which Queen Victoria pre-
sided, the said Young England may complacently
pat its white waistcoat, believing that the wisdom of
our ancestors in the matter of bear-baiting will again
be manifest. Indeed, we do not see why cock-fight-
ing should not again flourish in all its wonted hearti-
ness. We have even hopes of long-neglected badger-
drawing.
It seems that Lord Aberdeen took his otter-hounds
to Blair Athol, where there are no native otters. In
a word, the hounds were appointed to a place in
which there was nothing to do; an appointment often
made by Foreign Ministers, Whig and Tory. How-
ever, in due season, an otter was caught at Kelso, and
transmitted in a box, to be properly worried at Blair
Athol.

We are told that the Strasburg goose, that is tor-
tured to death for the sake of its enlarged liver,
" knows that it is dying for the honour of France,
and expires without a tear." We have this com-
fortable assurance in the Almanach des Gourmands.
In like manner, the otter—poor little wretch !—may
have known the greatness of its destiny as it travelled
in its box from Kelso, and thus have complacently
resigned itself to its fate. It may have known it was
a living dish to be set before a Queen, and been
pleased with its fortune.
It poured with rain, but nothing could damp the
heroic ardour of the sportsmen. Even the Queen
mounted her pony under an umbrella ; and Prince
Albert particularly distinguished himself at the onset—
" For the Prince of all the land
Led them on."
We now come to the details :--
- - - --- -

- -
" The otter was started at a point under the hill of
Tulloch, in the Garry-water, a few hundred yards above
the village of Blair Athol. The Prince followed on foot
close on the hounds, which hunted the otter a short dis-
tance up the river, affording pretty good sport, until at
length, in about twenty minutes• after the first start, he
took to the land, and was seized by one of the hounds.
The huntsmen took him off, and flung him back again
into a deep pool. He darted to the other bank of the '
stream, where he earthed. Unearthed again by the
huntsmen, and started afresh, he gave the hounds some
trouble for about ten minutes longer, when they killed
him, and he was speared in the usual way by tke hunts-
men. The otter, when fairly spent, crawled up the
bank near where the Queen was, and the hounds, of
course, were upon it. Her Majesty turned away her
head while they were worrying the animal."
This was to be expected; but time and custom will
eradicate this amiable weakness, and we have no doubt
, Maid
The of
ait- Honour. nsopuarn. i s
hI
girl,n
omma matters rs
trembleusei
extent,that next season otters may be worried to any
even the
of producing the slightest qualm in
and turn pale at her first bull-fight, in
ebvoesroymthoifnga
a brief time
witnesses all the glory of the contest with smiling fact,
and an applauding fan.
Great, however, as is the above If ac levement--
glorious as it is to contemplate the (t
ar 1
Albert, the enthusiasm of a Foreigiour of a Prince
n Minister, with
the tumultuous energy of Lords and highland Chiefs,
appointed and arrayed for the destruction of one otter
" sent in a box from Kelso,"—it,
is in itself as nothing
compared to its utility as an example. Thus con-
sidered, there is really something
of national import-
ance in the otter hunt of Garry-water.
There is a troublesome body of persons, calling them-
selves the Society
fox the Prevention of Cruelty to

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.
(YESTERDAY.)
M. 4 NSION-AOusE.
Patrick Fitzsimmons, and Eliza, his ,A.ife, +tore
charged with having committed a desperate assault
upon Charles Taylor, a tailor, who lodged in their
house, in Greyhound-court, St. Mary Axe.
Taylor stated, that the male prisoner having
threatened to open his head with a poker or a flat-
iron he determined to leave the house, and he ac-
cordingly went to Mr. Fitzsimmons's apartments to
pay his rent. As soon as he tendered the amount,
the landlord and his wife insisted upon another week's
rent, and upon being refused, Mrs. Fitzsimmons
armed herself with a hammer and a knife, and Mr.
Fitzsimmons seized the leg of a chair, and both of
them went to work upon his head and body until he
fell. The fall, instead of satisfying the two assailants,
seemed to provoke them to still greater vengeance,
and while the female was pegging away at him with
the hammer, her husband danced upon his sides,
so that if a person who was passing, and heard
the noise of the hammer upon his skull, had not hap-
pened to interfere, he was sure death would have been
the consequence. As it was, the promise to open
his head had been made good, for the hammer made
a very serious impression upon the back and front
parts of his skull.
James Hall stated, in a very emphatic manner,
that if it had not been for his extraordinary exertions
the complainant would certainly have lost his life;
for the two prisoners were hammering and banging
at him in the most ferocious manner.
Aldermen WOOD and FABNCOMB, who sat upon
the occasion, asked Mr. Fitzsimmons what he had
to say ? The male prisoner--" Faith, I'll tell you all
about it. Why, then, its he that threatened me many's
the time, and used to ax me out to fight ; but I said
No, says I; I've got a house full of childher, and I'm
sure it's not fighting them or me wants. Well, he
was always at me to see which was the best man ;
but he couldn't get me out any how, though he tore
my coat one day to ribbins. At last, I goes home on
Monday last, and I finds him kicking my wife on
the flure. Well, what was Itodo ? I wasn't going
to see her kilt, so I takes up the leg of the chair,
and I did give him a poulthogue, and then up comes
this body (Hall) and separates us.
Alderman Noon—And what have you to say,
Mrs. Fitzsimmons ? Mrs. Fizsimmons—Oh, then,
faith, your Worship, if the man has got any mischief,
it wasn't my husband hut myself that done it. And
what was Itodo ? lam the mother of five honest
born childher, arid they're all here, your Lordship.
And what's the first word he salutes me wud ? Why,
you w—, says he, ghat do you want ? So my sister
Peggy goes up to him to remind him of the ugly
word he used ; and what does he do but calls her
another w—, and then he gripped her by the hair of
the head, down down upon the flure he knocked her,
sure enough. Well, was I going to see my sister
murthered by a Welshman ? Not at all, my Lord,
so to prevent murther I thought it best to separate
them, and then he turned upon me, and then my
husband came in, and it would be hard to think that
he'd be against rne. Upon my soil it was to save
my sister I stirred hand or foot.
Alderman Woos—ls your sister here ? Mrs.
Fitzsimmons—Peggy, jewel, come here, and tell God's
truth to his Lordship.
Margaret Naughten—Faith, it's I that will. I'll
tell yer all about it. This gentleman (Taylor) struck
my sister when Fitzsimmons was out, and called her
a —, and he called me one too, and dragged so much
hair out of my head that the headache never left me
since. My sister then runs to my assistance, and in
Fitzsimmons walked.