The Sun.
London, England, 1829-09-29 00:00:00

WORSHIP-STREET.

RoßßEity AT TETE EAGLE TAYERN.—Yesterday
morning Edward Nevin Was placed at the bar be-
fore Mr. 13rtouGHT0N.

Mr. Thomas Rouse said he was the proprietor of
the Eagle Tavern, City-road. The prisoner bad
been in his employment for nearly eight years, in

the character of pot-man and assisting the waiter;
generally. He knew the prisoner was an habitual
drunkard, but he never had any suspicion of his
moral integrity until latterly, when Mrs. Rouse saw
in his possession some tin tickets, which are Ores
to the waiters upon their paying for the beer at the
bar, and for eaclf ticket they receive at night RIO'
penny, as a reward for their industry, and a stimn'
Ins for their exertions. Several articles had boo
recently missed frOm the bar, and Richard fur
wood, the marker at one of his billiard tables, hat'
ing seen the prisoner at an early hour coming out 0(
the bar, had communicated the fact to him. 00
Sunday morning Mrs. Rouse rose early, and placed
herself in the front parlour, where she had a view of
the bar, without his being able to observe her.'
About seven o'clock the prisoner came down stairs,
and deliberately took a key out of his pocket, opened
the bar-door, and drew himself a quantity of brandy
in a pint pot, and then opened the copper till, and
took out some halfpence. Mrs. Rouse's patience
being worn out, she ran and secured him in the bar,
and called for assistance, when he (Mr. R.): ray
down, and found him in the situation described. 00
t hen sent for an officer, when the prisoner gave
the false key, and on searching his trunk the
found Bs. in farthings. He could not say the length
of time the prisoner had carried on such practices. ,
Mrs. Rouse corroborated the statement of her
husband, and the prisoner was remanded for a week,'
A young man, without shoes or hat, or a particle
of covering of any kind on his person, except a worn'
out coat and tattered pair of canvass trowsers, was
brought from St. Luke's watch-house, having beet'
found late on Sunday night sleeping in a brick field.
He gave his name William Roberts, said he was
native of Bedford, and a tailor by trade, but had
been a length of time in London without work, and
without a chance of getting it, for nobody would
employ a person in his miserable state.
Mr. BROUGHTON—Where do you live ? Pri-
soner—l have no home.
Mr. BnouGnToN—Where have you been sleeping •
of late ? Prisoner—Sometimes in Fleet-market,
sometimes in the fields, or other places.
Mr. BROUGHTON—You should apply to your
parish, and they must relieve you. The prisoner
said he had some friends in Bedfordshire, but he
should be ashamed to see them in such a condition/
and indeed he could not get there.
Mr. BROUGHTON—HOW have you maintained
yourself without work ? Prisoner—l sometinles
picked up a little job in the streets, and lately I hale •
been obliged to beg.
Mr. BROUGHTON—I shall send you for a fortnight
to the House of Correction, where you will hate
clothes, be fed, and made clean and ss holesome.
the mean time inquiries shall be made, and ghee
you come out we will see what can be done for you.
The prisoner expressed his gratitude, and WO
committed.