Star.
London, England, 1824-08-24 00:00:00

UNION-HALL

A Medical Student, named Rakes, was charged with parading
up and down, in front of the Coburg Theatre, on Saturday night,
dressed in woolen's clothes. His tall and lanky look attracted much
notice, and one of the officers requested that she would move off, he
conceiving it to be a visit from a girl of the town, nicknamed the
" Monument."—ln a squeaking voice, the defendant said that he
had as much right to walk there as anybody else; but his black
whiskers discovering his sex, her Ladyship was walked off to the
watch-house, followed by an immense crowd, who desired he would
let the Lady go.—The defendant said, that on the night in question
he was at a party, and a number of Ladies being present, it was
proposed that be should dress himself up in one of their clothes. An
interchange of dress then took place—the Lady putting on his, and
he the Lady's. After having exhibited himself for some time, to
the great amusement of the company, he thought he would have a
" bit of a lark," and accordingly slipped, unperceived, out of the
house, and walked downAto the CoburgTheatre, where he was so un-
fortunate as to be picked up by a constable, and lodged in the watch-
house. He now saw the folly of the thing, and hoped the Magis.
trace would look over it.—The Doctor was then discharged, and
the clothes given up to him, on his promise of not publicly appear-
ing in them again.

QUEEN-SQUARE.
Yesterday, a red-beaded, broad-shouldered Irishman, with a
bandage over his right eye, and a longitude of beard that would ho-
nour a pubescent Jew, was brought up before the Magistrate on a
charge of riotous conduct.
Mrs. Firming, a comfortable-looking matron, proprietress of a
miscellaneous lodging-house, opened the case against the prisoner.
" The man is a corning.and-going lodger of mine, your Worship,
what lies with me now and again !"
" Lies with you !" exclaimed the Magistrate.
Mrs. Fleming.—ln my bed—in my house, your Worship, as a
lodger; she came to me on Saturday night for a bed.
She! interrupted the Magistrate; what, then he had a Warn=
with him?—No, your Honour, no woman but myself.
Mr. ntaxtaun—Whom then do you mean by she—?
Blrs. Fleming—Why, the man, to be sure, your Worship.
Mr. Maaxtrwo—She, a man. What country do you come from?
Prisoner—She is a Scotchaton' your Honour.
Mr. DIA &awns—Well, Mrs. Fleming?
Mrs. Fleming—She axed me to chew her to her bed. I did that.
In the room she laid hands on me, and hauled about my clothes,
and -----..

Prisoner—Oh, Mrs. Fleming !
Mrs. Fleming—Yes, you did. I tauld ber to gi'e o'er his tally-
manfry. Sbe wadna. Then cam a row, and then the watchman,
and that's all.—Mr. MARELAND: Was he drunk?

Mrs. Fleming—Not precisely, your Worship; he was freshish ;
betwixt and between; just neither drunk nor sober. The watch-
man kens the rest.
The watchman deposed that he heard the prisoner cry " Watch ;"
went to his assistance; the prisoner insisted that Mrs. Fleming
should repay him the price of the bed (four-pence); was excessively
riotous; abused everybody, and struck the witness.
Mr. Alwaxi.ssin (to the prisontr).—From what part do you come ?
O'Gorman—From the watch-house, your Honour.
Mr. MA ZICLAND—TItnow that; but I mean

O'Gorman—Och, I know, from Ireland, your H.nour.
Mr. Maagt-trm—l know that too: where were you before you
came to Mrs. Fleming'•?—O'Gorman: At Lewisham.
Mr. blaam.atin--What have you to say against this charge?
O'Gorman—What's the use in my saying anything?
Mr. M•ILKLAND-.-Very little, I fear.
O'Gorman—Sure 1 can't awear against three of them.
Mr. MARI.LANDI don't want you to swear.
O'Gorman—They'd sell Goy ALMIGHTY for sixpence. lam as
innocent as the pig unborn.
Mr. Maui:LAND—You struck the watchman ?
O'Gorman—l called him to help me; he came up and tuck me
into custody. Was that the way to help me?
Mr. MAIIKLANDI must put you up, unless you find somebody
to answer for your good behaviour.
O'Gorman—Mrs. Fleming will answer for me.

Mrs. Fleming—No, I wont now.
O'Gorman—Yes, you will, jewel, you'll tell his Honour I'll be
'on my good behaviour, and he a good buf and take care of me, and
do the like good turn fur you when you get stuck among those
Peelers. Yes you will "answer for me.
Mrs. Fleming hesitated—O'Gorman whispered—Mrs. Fleming
still wavered, and shook her head.
O'Gorman took her hand, looked significantly into her eyes/
" And winked and squeezed unutterable things."
" We are not made of stick or stone," as Sterne somewhere says.
Mrs. Fleming felt the eloquent appeal to her generosity, .nd the
prosecutriz became fespon,ibl.: for the conduct of the prisoner.