The Sun.
London, England, 1829-08-01 00:00:00

QUEEN-SQUARE.

John Dobbs, an elderly personage about three-
score, with a most cadaverous-looking countenance,
was brought up in custody before W. A. A. WHITE,
Esq. and approached the bar with his hands crossed
and his eyes uplifted to the ceiling, in Manner some-
thing like a malefactor mounting the scaffold, to
answer the charge of his better half, Mrs. Jane
Dobbs, a woman about thirty years of age, who
had complained of his frequent ill usage.
Mr. WHITE—Why, Dobbs, you have been here
before for beating your wife, if I recollect right ?
" Yes, your Worship," replied Dobbs, sighing
deeply, " she has had me here before; that was
before we were married, and I was sent to prison
for beating her. Ah, I was a happy man once I."
Mr. WHITE—How came you to marry such a
man; Mrs. Dobbs. You knew his temper before
you married him ? " Why," replied the wife, "he
wrote to me such a number of letters when he was
in prison, about love, and said as how he woald be a
father to me as well as a husband, and take care of
my children that I had by my first husband ; and
then he said in his letters that he should die if I did
not have him, and what could I do ? He over-
persuaded me, and I have been miserable ever
since."

" And se have I," responded Mr. Dobbs, with
another heavy sigh; " but I hope your Worship
will not send me to prison this time, and I will try
to mollify her for the future."
Mr. WHITE—I can't conceive how you could
have him ? I suppose he beat you into liking him ?
I am sure I don't know. It was all through
his deceitful letters when he was in prison for beat-
ing me. He must have used some charm, I think,"
replied the wife. " He does worse than beat me,
uses me in a most brutish manner that I can't speak it.
Mr. WHITE—In what way ?—" Why," replied
the wife, " I go to work from six o'clock in the
morning until nine at night, and he does no work at,

all; and when I come home he will strip metrit!
naked, and ill-use me."'
Mr. WHITE—I can't help a husband striPPing
his wife ; you knew what he was before you maY
vied him.
The ‘vife now related a long story about s. gear
rel stir had with her husband on the previous 4111'
when he struck her first.
Dobbs, in his defence, said that the grand felli/
with him was, that he was many years older tbs°
his wife and should advise all old men never t°
marry a young wife. He had led a miserable life
ever since he was married, and people interfered be'.
tweet! them, and that made matters worse; and':
then they had a few words, and then it ended Wit"
a few blows; but for all that he loved his wife bet'
ter than he loved his life.
Mrs. Dobbs—There, your Worship, he says he
loves me, there is a bit of a specimen of his deceit‘
ful ways,—he has such a tongue when he likes,'"
he's afraid of going to prison. That's just the fin°
kind of language he used to me that made me COo'
sent to have him, and now he has brought me t°
the brink of the grave.
husband. "Come
an angry word again."
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Mr. WHITE.—WeII, mind you don't, Mi.,
discharge you this time?
" Thank your Worship," replied the husbae°
with glee. "Depend on it there will be no more
complaint. I'll mollify her after this." The 10114
pair then retired.