The Sun.
London, England, 1844-05-08 00:00:00

ante of having dropped out. Sergeant Dubois was then
sent for, who, on his arrival, found the prisoner cooking
some steak by the kitchen fire. He asked him where he
got it, and the prisoner said at a butcher's in Hoxtun he
mentioned, saying, to further questions, that he had paid
for it in halfpence ; but on being closely pressed, he
acknowledged that he had paid for it with a sixperco.
The butcher was then communicated with, and he at once
produced the sixpence, having only taken that one coin
of that description during the day, and which coin both
Sergeant Dubois and Cotter identified as that found
in the possession of Wolfe. Another constable also
proved that his knife, which he had left on the window-
ledge before going to bed, had been removed, and tho
pocket of the trowsers, which were produced, had evi-
dently been freshly and intentionally cut.
The prisoner, in defence, said all this statement was
false. While taking up his coat, which was by the
trowsers, he might certainly have touched the latter, but
that was all, .11e declared he had not put his hand in
the pockets, and certainly stole nothing from them.
Mr. BINGIIAM thought it necessary that the butcher,
who was not in attendance, should be produced,
to prove the passage of the coin from the priso-
ner's hand to his, and ordered him to be remanded till
next week, for that purpose.
The prisoner was then removed in custody.
CLERKEN WELL.

Margaret Kelly was charged with stabbing John. Dym.
mock, a carman, residing in 13, White Horse-court,
Turnmill- street, Clerkenwell, where the prisoner also
resides.

The prosecutor was unable to attend, and a certificate
from the house surgeon of St. Bartholomew's Hospital,
in which the wounded man lies, was produced, which
described the nature of the wound, and set forth that
Dymmock's life was in danger.
Aisne Dymmock deposed that between nine and ten
o'clock on the previous night, she was returning from
her Jay's work, when she met the prisoner at the door
of the house in which they live, but had met her in Sut-
ton-street a few minutes previously. The prisoner used
language of an irritating and offensive description to-
wards witness, and they had some words on the stairs.
The prisoner was under the influence of liquor, and wit-
ness retired into her own room, in which her hus-
band was. In a few minutes after this Margaret Kelly
burst open the door, and, like a manaic, rushed into the
room. Witness was greatly alarmed, but before she
could do anything, the prisoner seized a table knife, and
plunged it into the head of her husband, who was on the
bed. He bled profusely from the wound, which was on
the side of his face.

Mr. COMBE —Why did she do this ? Witness—Oh,
she was actually mad, your Worship.
Mr. COMBE-But can you assign no reason ? Wit-
ness—She had a quarrel on Good Friday, and she har-
boured a grudge against us ever since. He was con-
veyed to the hospital at half-past ten o'clock. I called
the police.— (The woman then produced the knife, the
blade and handle of which were stained with blood.)
Police-constable Joseph Parfitt, 38 G, deposed that
he was on duty on the previous night about ten o'clock,
in Turnmill-street, when the last witness came to him,
exclaiming that her husband had been stabbed. He
hastened to the house, and saw the prosecutor sitting on
the side of the bed, bleeding profusely from a deep gash
on the side of the head. There was a pool of blood on
the floor. The man must have bled at least a pint. The
prisoner was standing there looking at the man bleed-
ing. Witness took her into custody on the charge of
stabbing, when she cried out " Oh, it was a piece of a
broken basin I struck him with."

Prisoner—Aye, and so it was a piece of a basin.
Policeman—lt could not be so, for the man's cheek
was cut quite through, and the knife, covered with blood,
was lying beside the pool of blood on the ground.
Mr. COMBE (to the prisoner)—What have you to say
to the charge? Prisoner (with an air of the greatest
composure)—All that I have to say is, that she called
me bad names. They struck me on the shoulder like-
wise, and here is the mark. (She exposed the upper
part of her person further than decency would permit,
and showed the mark of a bruise on her breast, but it
did not seem to have been recently inflicted.)
The police•constable said there were several witnesses
present who saw her stab the prosecutor.
Prisoner (smiling)—Are there, indeed.
Mr. COMBE—The man's life is said to be in danger.
Prisoner (laughing)—Oh there's no fear of him.
The clerk—Perhaps you are laughing too soon; if the
man dies you will be tried for the murder.
Mr. COMBE remanded her until Monday next, and sht
was removed to the cell apparently more unmoved thota
any one present.