The Sun.
London, England, 1827-06-06 00:00:00

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

GUILDHALL.—There was a young Jewess
—or, as Launcelot Gobbo would have said, a ju-
venile Jewess—brought before the Alderman on sus-
picion of having stolen, or of having aided and abet-
ted somebody else in stealing, 12 yards of black
sarcenet, and four pairs of kid gloves. She called
herself 'f Miss Rebecca Rogers."—Miss she might
well call herself; for she has the reputation of being
very much amiss in all she does. Rebecca is the
name given to her by her parents long before she
was a Miss, or did amiss—and Rogers is a name
she has assumed, in compliment to the amalgama-
ting liberality of the present age, in which, such is
the march of intellect, the children of Israel them-
selves are labouring -to lose their identity. Fair,
she is—and pretty she has been; but though it is
not yet 18 years since she first saw the light of this
world, excessive liberality in love, late hours, and
liquor, have given her the frown of a ruined gambler
and the husky voice of a sexagenarian gin-bibber..

She had been taken into custody by a constable,
who found her " tumbling about" late in the even-
ing near Bow church, with the silk and the gloves
in a parcel under her arm. He knew she was "no
better than she should be ;" and therefore he took
the liberty of asking her whether she had come
honestly by them. She replied that she had—for
they had been given to her by a young man ; but
as she would neither tell the name of the young
man nor the place of his abode, the constable con-
cluded there was " something wrong in the matter,"
and brought her before the Magistrate.
The Magistrate (Alderman C. SMITH) put a num-
ber of questions to her, all of whom she answered
very flippantly, sometimes with a frown and some-
times with a leer—just as they happened to please
her, or not.—" Where did I get the things ? Why,
a young man gave 'em me—l don't know his name,
nor where he lives—how should I ? He's a young
man—that's all I know about him ;—a short, stiff
young man ; and I meet him almost every night in
Cheapside. I don't know who he is, nor what he
is; and, what's more, I don't care. Why did he
give 'em to me !—because he took a fancy to me, I
suppose ; I never gave him anything, I know. But
if you want him very bad I dare say I can point him
out to you if you'll let me go walk Cheapside again
to-night."
Upon this showing the constable was directed to
walk her out through Cheapside on Monday night.
He did so, and she very speedily pointed out the
young man from whom she said she received the
silk, &c. ; and yesterday morning they were both
placed at the bar together.
The young man—a mere youth, very readily
acknowledged that he had made her a present of
them.—" I have no acquaintance with her," he
said—" only from meeting her in Cheapside; and I
made her a present of them."
Mr. Edward Maddeford, of the firm of Russell
and Co., of the Bell Inn Coach and Van-office' in
Friday-street, Cheapside, said the youth was in his
employ. His friends, very respectable people,
residing in Exeter, had sent him up about four
months ago, in consequence of his having formed
an acquaintance with a young woman of loose morals
in Exeter, and they would be much shocked at find-
ing he had already formed a similar connection here.
He had questioned him strictly with respect to the
goods, and he assured him that he bought them at
a public sale in Exeter; but whether that was a
fact or not, he had no means of knowing until he
bad written to his friends.
The Alderman requested that lie would write to
his friends immediately; and directed that he and
the girl should remain apart in custody until their
answer was received.

BOW-STREET.—A Mr. Lancaster, sen. ap-
plied to Sir RICHARD BIRNIE, yesterday, tor a war-
rant against a certain foreigner, a pretended agent
for the sale of commissions, under Lord Cochrane,
for fraudulently obtaining 1001. from the applicant's
son, under the pretence of procuring him a cornetcy
in a regiment of Lancers, composing part of the
forces under Lord Cochrane's command.

It appeared from the applicant's statement, that
the transaction took place some months ago, when
the individual alluded to, contrived to take in several
young men under similar pretences.
Sir RICHARD BIRNIE declined interfering, as the
applicant was not the party paying the money; and
advised him to consult his attorney on the subject.
William Smith, a countryman, dressed in a black
coat, white trousers, and a superfluity of white neck-
cloth, was fully committed for trial, for robbing one
Eladsbury, an elderly farmer-like looking
man, of his pocket-book, which contained two 101.
Bank of England notes • six .51. ditto ; 51. note of
the Leicester Bank, and fourteen sovereigns.
The prosecutor had been receiving the money in
the City, and was returning home, when he was ac-
costed in Ilolborn by the prisoner, who claimed ac-
quaintance with him, and induced him to enter se-
veral public-houses with him, where they drank to-
gether. After remaining with the prosecutor a con-
siderable time, much against his will, the prisoner
parted from him, but, before he did so, took a very
affectionate leave of him, embracing him, and pro-
fessing the utmost regret at parting. Soon after, the
prosecutor, upon referring to his pocket, to see if his
book was safe, found that it was gone, and a parcel
made tip of brown paper substituted for it.
The prisoner stoutly protested his innocence, but
Sir RICHARD BIRNIE told him he had no doubt he
was one of a gang of fellows who made it their busi-
ness to lie in wait for foolish country people, and
inveigle them into public houses, where they con-
trived to rob them of their money.

HATTON-GARDEN.—Yesterday, six respec-
table young men, named Palmer, Ferguson, Miles,
Hamilton, Martin, and Farmer, were brought
before Mr. LAING, charged by Thomas Griffin, a
watchman, with being riotous on his beat, in
Charles-street, Somers-town, the previous night.
Magistrate.—What was the nature of the riot
Watchman (evidently embarrassed for an answer.)
—They were talking very loud, your Worship, and
would not move on when told, your Worship.
Magistrate.—Talking very loud ! Do you take
people into custody for talking ? Watchman (much
confused).—Yes, your Worship. We are ordered,
your Worship, not to suffer any person to talk loud
on our beats, your Worship.
Magistrate.—This watchman is stupid. Proba-
bly one of the accused may give a more faithful
account.

Mr. James Palmer.—Your Worship, we were
returning from a visit in that neighbourhood, and
on the point of parting with one of our companions
at the end of Charles-street, when the watchman
came up, brandishing his staff, and insisted on our
moving on without talking. Our remonstrating
with him on his rudeness, lie considered an aggra-
vation of the offence, and ordered us to accompany
him to the watch-house, whither we went Without
offering the slightest resistance.
Magistrate (to the night constable)—What was the
charge given to you, and how did the accused con.
duct themselves while in custody ? Night Con-
stable—Being noisy in the street, your Worship;
and they were so boisterous in the watchhouse, that
I was forced to lock them up for my own safety,
your Worship.
Magistrate—What kind of noise did they make?
Night Constable—Why, talking together very loud,
your Worship.
Magistrate—You had better be careful how you
eceive such charges in future, or you may repent it.
The young men are discharged.
MARYLEBONE-OFFICE.—John Lydell, a
decent-looking man, applied to Mr. Riwtaxsos on
Monday night, respecting a debt of honour.
" Your Worship," said he, " there was a bet
made for 10 sovereigns, that I could walk 60 miles
in 72 hours, without eating or drinking; it was a
tight job, your Worship, but I have done it, and now
they won't give me the money."
" Well, and what do you suppose I can do for
you," replied Mr. RAWLINSON : " do you think I
shall give it you, or do you think I sit here to settle
wagers?" Lydell—l don't think one nor the other,

your Worship ; but hope you'll make 'em pay me:
it's a very hard case.

Mr. liawuNsoN—And you are a very foolish
man; you should have had the bird in hand before
you began walking ; you should have had the money
down.

Lydell—Understand me, your Worship ; the bet
was laid for me, and they were to pay me five sore-
reigns for my trouble.
Mr. RAWLINSON—They ! Who are they ?
Lydell—Mr. Currie's coachman, of Wimpole-
street, and a groom in the Mews.
Mr. itAmaNsoN—And pray where did you walk ?
Lydell—To the Packhorse, nine miles below St.
Albans, and back.

Mr. RAWLINSON—And who went with you ?
Lydell—Nobody, your Worship.
Mr. RAWLINSON—Who knows, then, that you
performed your undertaking ? You munched on the
road ? Lydell—No, your Worship, I never took
nothing.
Mr. RAWLINSON—A little when you stopped ?
Lydell—l'll take my oath before your Worship that
I never took nothing.
Mr. RAWLINSON—For how long ? Lydell—For
three days and three nights, your Worship, except-
ing a little bakker and a pipe, and that was a part of
the bargain. I set out at twenty minutes to twelve
on Thursday morning, and never tasted food nor
drink till arter I got back at twelve or one o'clock
yesterday.

Mr. RAWLINSON—You look pretty well after it.
I suppose you laid in a good meal at starting*?
Lydell—l had three pints of beer with my break-
fast, your Worship—nothing else.
Mr. RAWLINSON—Nobody, you say, went with
you ? No, your Worship; they held a bit of argu-
ment rather about it when I went off.

Mr. RAWLINSON—And trusted to your honour ?
Lydell—Yes, your Worship ; and now they make
game of me, and won't pay me.
Mr. RAWLINSON remarked, that all was very
shabby work, and desired Hooker, the officer, to see
the coachman and groom on the subject.