Northern Times. — 1859-04-26 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

BARBER.— Henry Scott, a provision dealer, living in Mill-lane, was charged for having assaulted a barber and hair dresser, named Joseph Spencer, who lives in the same street. The complainant said : lam a barber and hair dresser (by the way, he seemed to have much neglected his own person in both lines), and I was going out to dress a family's hair. Mr. Preston : Never mind that; t3ll what this man did to you. The Barber : I must tell you how it happened. I was going out to cut a family's hair, for which I expected half-a-crown. Mr. Preston : Don't mind where you were going, or what you expected ; tell what he did to you. The Barber : Well, sir, as I was going out to cut the hair of a family, I saw that man pummelling a woman up against awall, in a most furious manner, and, says "Oh, shame, shame, shame !" I said "shame" fine times, sir, in order to show— Mr. Preston: Never mind that; what did he do to you ? The Barber : Well, sir, he was beating the woman most materially (laughter), and says I, " Shame, shame, shame !" Mr. Preston : You told RS that already ; what did he do to you, man ? The Barber : When I said " Shame, shame, shame !" three times, the prisoner ran at me, and, says, he to me,' I'll shame you, and at the same time knocked me sprawling in the street, as flat as a floithder,_ and that was too hod in a Christian country. The defendant went on to tell some story without "head or tail," and whilst he was going on with this " oration," the complainant made several efforts to address the bench, but was desired to desist. At last Inspector Horn, in a very emphatic manner said to an officer, " Why don't you keep that barber from talking ?" The officer told Mr. Horn that he (Mr. Horn) must not be well read in barber-ous philosophy— he might make an effort to stop the tide out with a pitchfork, but to stop a barber from talking, would be more difficult than to invent a wind that would navigate a balloon to Australia! The defendant was fined £1 and costs. Here the barber made another effort to address the bench, but was " swept" out by a big policeman. A WELSII Row. - Daniel Owens, and Betsey Clegg, his daughter, were charged by a police-officer with having assaulted him. Mr. Cobb defended. The officer said he heard shouts of murder and police, in Westmorelandstreet, and on going there he found there was a precious Welsh row, amongst about one hundred of the natives of the Principality ; they were flinging bricks and pokers, and pans and kettles, at each other. Pokers and tongs, and plates flew about like balls at Sebastopol. Seeing the likelihood of getting his head in his fist, if he ventured in amongst, those modern ancient Britons, he telegraphed to one of his comrades, by playing a tune on his whistle, to the air of " Oh Nancy Dawson, kiss me quick," being a quotation from a recent farce performed with great eclat at St. George's Hall. Two or three additional officers came up,"and made a charge on the combatants, but the complainant came off second best, for he got a blow of a brickbat that knocked him down, and on getting up the male prisoner gave him a kick, and the girl gave him a cuff, and after a good strong fight, they were captured. Mr. Cobb tried to put over the blame on some other persons, but could not, and the man was fined £2 and the girl 10s.