The Sun.
London, England, 1842-03-28 00:00:00

GUILDHALL.

John Cooke, who was charged about a week ago with
picking the pocket of John Anderson in a cab, the par-
ticulars of which appeared in The Sun, was again placed
at the bar this morning, but remanded again till Tues-
day next for further evidence.
The other cases possessed no features of public inte-
rest, and the whole of the early charges were disposed of
soon after eleven o'clock.
BOW-STREET.

A HOPEFUL YOUTiL—A wicked4ooking, white-
headed little fellow, named Watts, with piercing black
eyes, deeply sunk in his head, and of very diminutive
stature, dressed in a dark waistcoat, buttoned up to the
chin, and dark flannel armings, so that not one particle
of white could be seen about him, was charged under the
following circumstances :
Mr. Joseph Lambert, of Hart-street, stated that he
was sitting in his parlour on Thursday, in the afternoon,
when he saw some faces looking into the shop window.
He thought they were after no good, so he watched,
when he saw the till gradually begin to move. He could
not see any one in the shop, but seeing the till move, he
went into it, and closed the door, when he found the little
gentleman at the bar, just under the till, engaged in the
interesting occupation of carrying it off.
Policeman F 61 said he knew the prisoner ; he was
brought up the other day under similar circumstances,
but the prosecutor would not press the charge.
Mr. TWYFORD-49 this the little fellow who has been
brought up before me so many times for this kind of
thing ?
Tyrrel, the gaoler, 'said no, it was the prisoner's
brother who had been there so often; the little wretch
was not above 13 years of age, and he had been at the
office at least twenty times.

TWYFORD tlien ordered the little fellow, who had
hitherto been invisible, to be set upon a stool, which was
accordingly done : the young gentleman folded his arms,
and looked about the Court with the utmost composure ;
proud, no doubt, of the enviable position which he oc-
cupied, and hoping mayhap one day to become as dis-
tinguished a high-toby gentleman as Jack Sheppard or
Jonathan Bradford.

Mr. TWYFORD (to the prisoner)—" How old are you?"
Master Watts with admirable sang froid—
Viped his nose with a dirty mok•
Folded his arms and thus he spoke,"
"Vy goin' on for 11."
Mr. TWYFOR.D--YeS, but I can't suffer you and your
little family to go on in this way. I scarcely know what
to do, you are so very small.
After some consideration the worthy Magistrate sen-
tenced him to one month's imprisonment in the House
of Correction.

The prisoner bowed to the Magistrate, and, when his
Worship's face was turned, we observed the youngrascal
with the thumb of his left hand applied to his little snub
nose, whilst the digits of the dexter hand were busily
employed in performing mystical kind of gyrations
around the extended digits of the left. A certain poet
has described the import of these hieroglyphical kind of
movements by saying that a certain person-
-- .gmeaniiig to imply a doubt,
Put his thumb unto his nose and spread his fingers out."
So much for Master Watts.
THE DRUNK AND DISORDERLY.—From the number of
good persons whom we met last evening in a state of
stupid intoxication, and from the knowledge that we
have of John 13ull's' propensity to indulge in the sports
of Bacchus, we certainly
.anticipated that the charges of
" drunk, disorderly, and incapable" would have assumed
a very formidable feature in the charges at this office
this morning. We are happy to have to report, how-
ever, that such was not the case, there being only seven
men and two women brought up under that charge. The
nine (we don't mean the Muses) were dismissed.