Swansea and Glamorgan Herald, and South Wales Free Press. — 1861-12-04 (Swansea, West Glamorgan, Wales)

THE BALLAD OF MARY NEWELL. See Police Reports. Now, list ye, fair ladies, a tale I will tell, 'Tis about a maid servant, one Mary New-ell, Who contri-ved her master to rob and to sell: Was not this a 'cute cunning Ilinx Mary New-ell ? Iler master he lived near the Vauxhall Bridge Road, In the Gardena 'dept Bessborough lay his abode. Nis IMMO it Wfla Ilarkor, tho troth I do toll, And the name of his servant was Mary New-ell. Now one morning her Missus unto her did say, "Mary Newell, we're gulag this night to the Play, So be sure you keep in-doors, and see that all's well,"— Oh. yes, I'll be sure, Mum," says Mary New-ell. The evening it came, and the evening it passed, For alas! pleasant evenings for over won't last : How to supper they went, and they rang.the doorbell, I And they knocked at the knocker for Mary New-ell. They rang and they knocked, and they knocked and they rang, Till the streets they re-echoed with thump and with clang, At length Mr. Barker, exhausted, said, " Well, Something surely has happened to Mary New-ell." Mr. Allen, his neighbour, disturbed by the din, Cried, 'A back window's open, I'll try and get in So he entered, slack! and what language can tell the sight that he saw there, 0 Mary Newell! In the passage a pail full of liquid there stood, The liquid was red, and it look-ed like Blood! And a poker lay broken, with hair out, to tell How sonic one had murdered poor Mary New-ell! the house had been rausacked—rooms turned inside out— Drawers opened—plate packed up—clothes scattered about : But 'twas strange that no trace could be found of the elegant form of the murdered one, Mary New-ell. The police being called, an inspector there came, His division was B, arid eke Humphreys his name: Ile just sniffed up and down stairs, then said lie, "I smell A rat in this business, Miss Mary New-ell." Information receiving, to Yarmouth he goes, A yawed famed for bloater., with hard and soft roes, 'there in boots, coat, and breeches lie sees a young Swell— Now who would have dreamed 'twas Miss Mary New-ell? This young Swell, whom he managed so neatly to nab, Lots of luggage to Shoreditch had brought in a cab; There had smoked a cigar, hoping so to dispel All idea of her being fair Mary New-ell. She bad cut her hair short, she had cropped every curl, She had dreased in man's clothes, had this artful young girt: She had dined, smoked, and chatted like any young Swell— Was not this a bold brazen minx, Mary New-ell? Back to London at once by the rail she was brought, And appeared 'fore the Beak at the Westminster Court, To bun Mr. Barker his story did tell ; All 1 she hung her head down then, did Mary New-ell. The charge being heard, says the Beak, " I shall send This here case to a jury, my tricksy young friend:" So otl ill he Van to a snug little cell In the House of Detention went Mary New-ell. Now you servants be warned, and at home mind you stay Whenever your Mimeses go to the play : Or you haply may share the sad fate that befell That " eccentric" young person, Miss Mary New-ell.  A STORTIRO Orren.—Will anybody bet a red cent that when we receive the indignation of the North abunt the burning of the • Harvey_ Birch' by the Southern steamer the 'Nashville,' the Yankees will nut be found to have discoverd consolation in the fact that the vanquished captain bore the name of Nelson—now eternally digraced—yes, Sir