The Statesman.
London, England, 1822-12-02 00:00:00

POLICE'.

MA NSTON-110132.—Jonn FP alrh, who" was some days
ago charged with having been. concerned with Pardon
and Watson in robbing Crawlev's public-honse in Rose-
mary-lane, was again brought before the Lord Mayor on
Saturday. Mr. Alderman and Sheriff Thompson at.
tended during the investigation.
A woman named Holland, who hail positively sworn
that she saw Walsh on the night of the robbery amongst
those who rushed from the house upon this occasion,
seemed very unwilling to repeat her testimony. On
being pressed by the Lord Mayor to state the facts, the
said she should not like to swear to the person of
Walsh.
The Loan MAW/a—Any you deliberately swore. be-
fore Position and Watson were executed, that you saw
Walsh rushing from the public house?
Witness—l spoke what I thought. The parson wbq
ran away was very like Walsh, but I cannot sweu it was
he.
The Loan Mayo:.--Yen spoke positively as to Litt
Derm, 144 did not say a word about your thoughts.—
'ou swore that Walsh was the wan. Who prevailed
upon you to come here and swear against this unfortu-
nate young man?
The woman replied that Mrs. Watson, the mother of
the convict who was hanged on Wednesday, persuaded
her to come and mention what she believed to he the
truth, in the hope that it would be of service to young
Watson.
The Lotto Mavon—What money did you get for
coming?
Witness—None.
The Louts Marva—Why then do you now retract
your former assertiooe
Witnesa—l don't it to sweirTilffas; foeWation's
mother told we there was now no use in it as her son
was hanged, Crawley, the publican, also said he would
have nothing to do with the business.
The Loop M ATOR—You deserve to be severely punish-
ed. You are a perjured woman, and your offence is the
more desperate as the life of a fellow creature was
called in question by. the very positive wanner in which
you spoke.
Mr. Alderman THOMPRO:4 said it was evident the
matter of accusation had been got up by the friends of
the man who bad been catenated. Nothing could be
tnore atrocious tlian attempts of snob a nature, and the
woman who had been made the instrument of the con-
spiracy to defeat the ends of justice,d d the heaviest
punishment. Indeed be had suspected, when first in-
formed that Purdon and Watson were innocent, that the
report arose from a settled plate to save their lives, even.
to the destruction of others. Tile evidence before the
Jury was of the strongest description, and it was highly
satisfactory to know that nothing bad occurred to throw
the slightest imputation upon their verdict.
The LORD Marcia ordered that the other persons who
had any thing to say about Walsh should be called.—No-
body answered.
Ills Lordship then discharged Walsh, but advised him
to take warning from the disgraceful fate of his two ac-
quaintances. The case was, his Lordship observed, still''
not free from suspicion, but he should no longer detain
the prisoner in custody.
ROW-STRICT.
Saturday, a jocund little Irishman, with dark spark-
ling eyes, and black glossy well-curled poll, dressed in
a blue carter's frock, and heavy travel:stained shoes, was
brought in by some of the patrol, who had found him
strolling about Long-acre, in the dusk of the evening,
apparently without either aim or object, and laden with
a large bundle, tied up in a very handsome 'haul. -His
bundle contained seven gowns, sundry shawls, handker-
chiefs, hose, &c., and a smartly-triunued straw bonnet,
nearly new ; lied the patrol declared that, from the very
unsatisfactory manner in which he accounted for his
possession of these articles, they verily believed be had
stolen them. They also pointed out to the Magistrate
a round hole, about the size of a shilling, in the side of
his hat-crown, which therstrongly suspected had been
made by apistol-ball.
What is your name, friend," said his Worship, to
the brilliant-eyed smiling prisoner
"Jemmy Sullivan Your honour," was the instan-
taneous reply. in the richest brogue jimaginable, and a
tone so loud that all the office echoed—" Jemmy Su/fi-
nial"
" And pray where did you bring these clothes from
and to whom do they belong ?"
" From Portsmouth, your honour—and they be-
long* to the • ife me."
The Magistrate doubted the correctness of this state-
ment, it was not likely that the wile of such a man could
have such a wardrobe.
"Sure enough its the truth, every bit of it, your ho-
nour," replied Jemmy Sullivan.
• glow came this hole in yout hat ?" asked his Wor-

ship.
" Is it the hole cone llnnont's axing about?—' Faith
then, the mice made it, to get at the bread uud the cheese,
your Honour—bad lurk to 'em
" What ! Do' you cary your bread and cheese in
your ha' i"
" No 'faith, your Honour, not a hit of it at any timr,
haring that time the snits laniti it ail, anallirn. your
Honour, it erne not in it ; that's the hat, at that same
tinte.hut on the slttlf, your Humour, and I'd none of it left
for me breakfast at all—Hairs blood, says I to myself,
but ye shan't do that to ntv again says I, for I'll put it
under me bat all the night ; ami so did, your Honour ;
hut bath lurk to them, the cratora, they bored the bole
clone through the side of it, which your Honour's axing
about."
Are yon sore it was not on your head when the hall
was tired at it?'' asked his IVorship, withoiit seeming
to have listened to his bread mid cheese adventnre.
" Was it on use head, your Honour?--Faith if it
was, rueself would'ot be here apaking to ye about th'

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