The Sun. — 1852-01-31 (London, England)

CLERKEN WELL.—( T HIS DAY.) Ennui, Asserria.— William Bathampton, a most resPectably-dressed man residing in Ball's-pond, was charged before Mr. Try whitt with having committed a luoat violent and brutal assault upon a man of the name of Gordon M.‘Laren. The prosecutor, who appeared in a most deplorable condition, both his eyes being blacked and bis face other!hie scratched and disfigured, stated that last night, as he W 7,18 Proceeding along tbe Ball's-pond-road, and when:near 7,!e New Islington Cattle-market, he endeavoured to pass 'ueprisoner and his friend; he accidentally knocked against one of them, he could not tell which. Before e had time to make an apology the prisoner turned Vinci and knocked him violently to the ground, and upon getting up he was knocked don three times. He tits not drunk, although he might have had something a_drink, but he was sober enough to know what he was 47,11 t. He did not annoy the prisoner or his friend, nor did he say that he thought that they were medical students from Guy's, and that they had better go home to their mothers. The ceman wh took the defeant into custod stated, p , thatoli last night about half-pasndt eleven, he hearing the cries of " Murder," proceeded to the spot, when he hold the prosecutor on the ground, and the prisoner ing him down with his left-hand, and striking him over the head and face with his right. The prisoner's coat and waistcoat were torn in the scale. The defendant, in defence, stated that he and his friend where proceeding home, when the prosecutor followed them for a considerable distance and grossly insulted them. He called them medical students from Guy's and said he thought that they had much better be home a bed than out at that time of night. He, feeling annoyed, certainly did turn round and strike the complainant.  Mr. rfniwizirrr said the defendant had committed a most unjustifiable assault, and had he not thought that the complainant was in some respects to blame he certainly should not have dealt so leniently with the case as he now intended to do. He would fine the prisoner 11., or in default of payment 21 days' imprisonment. The fine was at once paid, and the defendant left the court with his friends.  "THE RUSSIANS ARE coMIN an Every now and then we are haunted by t mica' fright in this country. Some one startau u epidemical out, " Old Bogy! It's coming !" At this pg great dt alarm spreads abroad, and the newspaper press joins in the panic. Some years ago it was " The Russians !" " They are coming," said some, " through the Kattegat !" Others, " They are coming by the Dardanelles !" Others, " They are about to strike a blow at Our Indian Empire ! They are coming through the Rhyber Pass 1" And then the Russo-phobia alarmingly set in, until it was replaced by the Franco-phobia, Which seized upon the nation so soon as the Duke of Wallington and Sir Francis Read had penned their famous " alarms." Then the cry changed to " The French are coming ! They are coming across from toulogne ! From Harfleur! From Calais !" That alarm, too, passed by, and it has been stilled for a time by the pacific influence of the Great Exhibition. What the next alarm may be, who knows? Perhaps "The Russians" again! Something in the Old Bogy style from afar off. Yet " The Russians" are among us, and we know it not; or if not Russians or Cossacks, then something even more dangerous. They are in our midst! In the streets! In the bye-lanes! In the !aarket-places! In prisons! Everywhere! We mean the dangerous classes; in other words, the uncared-for classes—whom well-conditioned people shun, whom few but policemen and police-courts know anything or care anything about. These are "The Russians" who have already invaded our great towns and cities, and who are be found in even remote country-places, scouring the 8-i°n°43 at midnight for game. Many of them occaaal!y find their way into the workhouse, but hatiiig s'restraint. as they do, these Cossacks of civilization prefer Wandering abroad in all the freedom of vicious igno. mice.— Eliza Cook's Journal.