The Sun.
London, England, 1829-08-10 00:00:00

THAMES POLICE-OFFICE.

THE LOVES OF THE ANGELS.—An old Irishman
named Patrick Angel, was charged with beating
Judith Angel, his wife, most unmercifully with ,a
shoemaker's stirrup-leather, upon a certain portion
of her person.
Judith had one child in her arms, and two others
hanging to her gown. She began—" An please
your Worship, my husband Patrick, bad luck to him,
came home Cother night, and becase I had Dennis
Murphy in my room, and sure there was no harm in
the world in it, Patrick ups with his fist and bate
Dennis Murphy, and then, saving your presence, he
gives it to me."
Mr. BaoDErtH3—Gave you what ? Judith
Faith, an sure I'm ashamed to tell the likes to a
gentleman like you.
An old Irishwoman explained the "gives it me,"
by describing, very inelegantly, a flogging on the
'ewer part of the back.
Patrick Angel being called upon to give some ac-
count of the matter, commenced as follows :
" Arrah, then, your Worship, didn't I come home
after a hard day's work to my tay ? and sure enough
who should I Lind upon the floor but that -- of a
wife of mine, kissing Dennis Murphy as if the life
was going out of her."
' Judith—Oh, you lying villain.
Angel—Faith, then, the devil a word of a lie is
it ; sure a husband wouldn't say the like if 'twasn't
true, and I have got witnesses that will come to the
fore to prove it.
Mrs. Angel most vociferously denied the alleged
criminality, and exclaimed, " Oh ! you ould vaga-
bond, the divil another day I'll be wid you—you
ould cobbling rat."
Mr:Angel—The devil another day I'll be wid
you after treating me in that ere manner.
The Magistrate called upon him to answer the
charge of assault.
Mr. Angel dropped his lower jaw, and put on
that singularly horrible expression of countenance
so peculiar to the lower order of the Irish, when
dismayed or horror-stricken. He acknowledged
committing the assault, but justified it on the ground
.of the great provocation he had experienced. He
" didn't deny but the infliction was severe."
A witness was called on the part of the defend-
ant. She appeared in the person of a decent little
English woman, and with considerable volubility
she described the loves of Mr.• Dennis Murphy, the
coal-whipper, and Mrs. Judith Angel, the cobbler's
wife, and declared their conduct was " shocking to
see—seeing as how they were both married and had
families." Mrs. Angel was not abashed by the
" damning evidence of her guilt," and the Magis-
trate held the defendant in his own recognizances to
keep the peace, and told the " lady" that she went
forth from that place a tainted and guilty woman.
Thus end the loves of the Angel family.

The Court of Chancery did not. commence
business on Saturday morning till half-past eleven o'clock,
being an hour and a half later than the usual time, in con-
sequence of the LORD CHANCELLOR being closeted with
the Duke of WELLINGTON for upwards of an hour.

There is at present at Tattershall an ass, be-
longing to Mr. ROBERT LILL, upwards of 36 years of age.
Every day it goes to work, and appears not at all impaired
in strength by age.

The newspapers have lately teemed with
stories of disaffection and insurrection in Ireland; to
balance which, in some degree, we beg to revive a charac-
teristic anecdote of Hibernian loyalty :—" A true-hearted
son of the sod, who had, by pushing hard, obtained the
distinction of shaking bands with the Kixo on hie visit to
Ireland, in a moment of elevation, held up his honoured
manes, exclaiming,—' Luk there! that is the very right
hand which the KING, God bless him, shuk ; and, by my
soul, it is as chine there as ever ; for I have never washed
it since ! !"'—Literary Gazette.
Great discontent has within a short time been
created among the inhabitants of the east end of the me-
tropolis, by the exclusion of the public from three of their
accustomed and most favourite promenades—viz. the long
wharf within the Tower, the terrace and principal square
within the walls, and the promenade in front of the New
Custom-house. No official reasons are given for those
restrictions, but the statement which has gone abroad is,
that no persons are to be permitted to walk on the wharf,
in consequence of sonic persons have occasionally stolen
bits of lead from the touch-holes of the cannon which are
placed there, and which are under the care of sentinels,
who, in general, suffer no one to approach them.—
Observer.

On Tuesday night, about ten o'clock, as Mr.
J. M. SMITII, son of the proprietor of the Mersey Mills,
in Heaton Norris, was returning home, he was attacked
about half way between the Ledge-gate
.and Reddish-
house, by a fellow who threw a quantity of oil of vitriol
at his face, the greater portion of which Le received on
his hat, though so much reached his face as to inflict the
most serious injury. It was very dark at the time, and
with so much celerity was the act perpetrated, that it is
too much to be feared there is not sufficient identity of the
cowardly assassin. The perpetration of the above diabo-
lical outrage has diffused a general feeling of alarm over
the minds of the master-manufacturers here connected
with the turn-out. A reward of 1001. is offered for the
apprehension and conviction of the offender. —Stockport
Advertiser of Friday.