Star.
London, England, 1829-09-18 00:00:00

POLICE INTELLIGENCE_

MANSION-HOUSE.
A jeweller, named Hitt, who resides in Petticoat-lane, was sum.
stoned before the Lord Mayor, by an old lady named Sarah Flint,
for having sold her a copper finger ring and a pair of copper ear-
rings with drops, for gold.
The old lady, who appeared to he on the more venerable side
of seventy, and had a gay white satin bonnet over her silver
hairs, and a pair of kid gloves half-way up her poor puckered
arms, stated that she had employed the jeweller to make her
gold ring with a diamond in the middle of it, and a pair of gold
ear-rings. with beautiful diamonds to them. In a couple of days
the jeweller brought them borne, and they looked quite charming.
In a few days, however, she found, upon looking at the ring, that
it bad lost all its beauty, and that the diamond looked like a dead
haddock's eye—(Laughter). She rubbed it and rubbed it, but it
was all " her eye and Betty Martin ;" it grew more and more
muddy, and the gold began to get green, so she took it to a pawn-
broker, and asked what he would lend upon it?—" Lord!" said
the pawnbroker, " why there's more copper in a fardin."—" Oh,
dear," said she. " and what will you lend on these here ear-rings?"
—" God bless your bean!" answered the pawnbroker, " why the
whole on em a'nt worth sixpence;' and so he wouldn't lend no-
thing by no means. Under these circumstances Mrs. Flint a--
pealed to the Lord Mayor.
His Lordship looked at the bargain, and asked the old lady how
much she gave for the lot?
Mrs. Flint—" The moment he brought them home to me--
and oh ! my Lord, you can't think how beautiful they shined—l
handed him a golden sovereign" (laughter).
The Lorna hlavox—What ! for diamonds and all?
Mr►. Flint—l'm sure they're not diamonds ; they're not worth
the toss up of a mag" (laughter).
The LORD Maroa—There seems to be a great deal of work-
manship about them, whatever may be the value of the metal and
the stones.

Mrs. Flint—l ban't nothing to do with that, my Lord. This
here jeweller engaged to make them gold, and he has given me
copper. I must have my money back.
The jeweller said that the stones, which were not half so hani
as Mrs. Flint's heart, cost more than the money he had received
for the lot. He denied that the ring was copper, although he ad-
mitted that it was not the best gold—(Laughter). It was what
was called forty shilling gold ; and he had had two hard days work
at the setting, Ste. He asked whether any woman in her sem?,
could have expected such articles as the old woman wanted for 2(h.
Mrs. Flint seemed not at all to relish the frightful accusation of
age, and said that the jeweller was an old something else, besides
an old fool—(Laughter)
The Loan Maxoa asked Mrs. Flint, who he found was unmar.
tied, whether she had not some idea of changing her condition?
—She smiled, and played with a piece of paper before her. At
length she said that the ring was for another person.
Mr. Cope (the Marshal)—But the ear-rings are for herself, my
Lord, for her ears have been newly bored—(Loud laughter,
which Mrs. Flint joiner's/.
The LOSD Mayoß—l'd be glad to serve you, Mrs. Flint, I as.
sure you, especially as you are about to begin life; but I don't
think you have been wronged. The workmanship of these articles
really appears to be worth nearly all the money you have given,
and the best thing you can do is to rub them every day with a
piece of flannel and whitening—(Laughter).
Mrs. Flint (rubbing the ring with her flannel petticoat—l'm
blessed if I think it ever look a bit better—( Loud laughter).