The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1838-10-16 00:00:00

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

AN EMANCIPATED NEGRO.—A genuine Old Tar, the
mate of the Jessy, a West India trader, was on Saturday,
at the Police-office, summoned by one of those worthies,
whom Old Fuller called " God's image carved in ebony,"
or, in sober prose, a huge, ugly, negro apprentice, for the
sum of £2l3s. wages, which he alleged to be due to him, for
serving as steward's assistant. Blackey held his head re-
markably high—somebody had told him of the Exeter Hall
ladies, and their petitions on his behalf—and he seemed in-
wardly to be parodying► the observation of Alexander, to his
own case—

" If him not Brack Nigger 'Prentice—den him wish be
white a man."

Magistrate: How is it you have not paid him, Mr.-7
The Old Tar : Paid the warmint, yer honer—paid him!—
lord love yer: jist wishes you had to deal with one o' them
there snowballs—jilt one woyage—iwer since that 'ere
palaver was made about the niggers there ain't no gittin 'em
to work no how. (Laughter.)
Magistrate: Confine yourself to my question, if you please.
How is it you have not paid him for his services ?
The Old Tar: Hold on a bit, yer honer. (Laughter.)
That there picked-up-long-shore wagobond had to help our
steward,
,jist to swab the dishes, and keep the cabhouse
something shipshape. Well, my lord, he gits ashore jist
afore we sailed from St. Wincents, and one o' them there
missionary chaps ups and tells him as how we'd be❑ and paid
twenty thousand millions of hard suy'rins for him, and as
how he was a free nigger, and every bit as good as our
Capt'n. (nous of laughter.) Well, my lord, so he comes
aboard, and jist arter we'd cleared the island, he comes up
to me, and ses—ses he—

"Messy Mate, ses he—Massa Caesar free nigger—him
washee no more for nobcrrv—so Jere—"

Master Cresar, (to the Magistrate) : Sat, him say ebbery
sing not so much as—
Magistrate : Silence, sir.
Citsar : Him free nigger, sar. What a ship full 'a dollar
pay for him—what a for—him not speak?
The Old Tar, (interrupting): Never mind that coalbarge,
yer honer. As I was a tellin yer honer—he comes up, and
ses, " bins wassbee no more for noberry." So I jist looks
him a minute, and then I ses—look'y 'year, d'ye see this
marl'u-spike as I got in my hand. Eh—hah—o' ess, Massa,
ses he. Well, then, ses 1, you may take and bile it down for
supper, and when you wants breakfast in the mawnin, you
may take a seer block, or a dead eye, or a grumet, or any
thing except real Tittles.
Blacker, (to Magistrate) : How, sar, I a askee was a that
de way ob speak and talkee of the msan-sepsted nigger
'rrentice? (The attitude of Blacken excited considerable
laughter.)
Magistrate : Hold your tongue, sir.
Blackee : Hole himself, sar. Hole him hone—
The Old Tar, (to the Magistrate): It's no use a talking to
him—he thinks as how he better nor you is; but to cut this

'year yarn short—when the varmint worked, then he got his
mess—and when he did'nt, why, yer boner—then he did'nt—
atm one night we cotched him a cattin some o' the strands o'
runnin riggin, and if so be as 1 had'nt jist knocked him
down the hatchway in time, may Ibe d—d if our main-top-
sail lilts and braces wouldn't 'a been cut clean through.—
Tark about sodgers, yer honer—why, I'd sooner have a sod-
ger aboard than those 'year lubberly. skulking, free niggers.
(Laughter.)
The Magistrate ultimately decided, that as Master Teapot
had not worked, he was not entitled to his pay.
Thank yet. honer, said Jack : and now as he's ashore, if
yer boner, will jist gim-me liberty to give hiin a d—d good
startin round this 'year 'Change, I'll give his money for no-
thing. (Laughter )
The Magistrate shook his head at this droll proposition,
and Biackee, not partaking of the soul of his great name-
sake, skulked away under the lee of two police constables.
FELONY.—Henry Thornton was placed at the bar of the
Police Court, on Saturday, charged with having stolen seve-
ral articles of wearing apparel. It appeared that several of
the assistants of Messrs. Jeffreys and Morrish, silk mercers
and drapers, of Church street, had, in consequence of some
alterations which were making, been compelled to sleep at
certain rooms taken for them in Postoffice-place. A young
man, named Mitchell, and another, John Bramwell, an ap-
prentice, missed from their rooms, on Wednesday night, a
Mackintosh cape, value 205., and a cloak worth 305., their
property. On Wednesday night, about nine o'clock, Police-
officer Harley saw the prisoner in Dale-street, with a bundle.
He asked him what it contained, when he (the prisoner)
threw it away and ran off. It was afterwards discovered that
the articles in the bundle were those storm from the rooms
in Postortice-place. The prisoner was subsequently appre-
hended by Constable Thomas Ainsworth. He denied that
he had any knowledge of the clothes. He was committed
for trial.

THEFT FROM A S Witherington, a noto-
rious character, was, on Saturday, placed before Mr. Hall,
charged with having stolen two jackets from the shop of Mr.
Daniel Welsh, tailor and draper, Paradise-street. The com-
plainant stated, that, o❑ Friday evening, about half-past
seven o'clock, he had occasion to go into his cellar. He
left his shop unattended, and was absent about ten minutes.
When he returned he found a quantity of clothes on the shop-
floor. The prisoner darted past him out of the shop, carry-
ing two jackets with him. Mr. Welsh rushed after him, and
was on the point of grasping him, when he (the prisoner)
turned round and threw the jackets in his face. This baffled
him for a minute or two, but he recommenced the pursuit.
The prisoner turned into Atherton-street, and was there
stopped by Police-ollicer 221. The jackets, which were
worth about lOs., had been taken from a shelf behind the
counter, The prisoner, having been cautioned i❑ the usual
manner, denied that he had ever been in the shop of the
complainant. Ile was committed for trial.
MISTER JAM ES Chow.—Yesterday, at the Police-office, a
young negro, who has before figured at the bar, was brought
up charged with begginv in the streets. He gave his name
on this occasion as Enriliani, no doubt emulating the fame
of the vocalist, as he did before that of his transatlantic bro-
ther Sainho.

Magistrate Why don't you get a ship?
Einiiiani (looking at his hands): Sah ? 'Cose him got a
pain inside him banns.
Mr. Parkinson: He was here before under the name of
James Crow, and said he was married. (Laughter.)
Magistrate: Where is Mistress Crow ?
Emiliani: In Johnson-streebt, Sah.
Magistrate: Is she a countrywoman of yours?
Emiliani: No, Sah—a mullattah—a tautly.
Magistrate: Is there nobody to look after you, or take
care of you here?
Emiliani : Sah? No, Sah, but meself, Sah, (grinning
from ear to ear.)
The prisoner said he had been four years in Liverpool,
and had come from Bombay. On his promising not to beg
again, but to go home to his wife, he was discharged.