The Potteries Examiner : — 1879-06-28 (Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, England)

THREATENING A WITNESS. trouble of enquiring who, they are : "Sir Godfrey At the Congleton Borough Police Court, on IDeverill, and his son—excellent people, who, I hear, Thursday, John Hartop, collier, Bradley Green, do good wherever they go." was summoned for using abusive language to Frederick Heathcote, one of the principal I say nothing. A great joy is in my heart—a witnesses in the late poaching affray.—ln answer great light in my eyes. I have seen Derrick! I to questions by the Town Clerk, complainant said, r ratiLst know that he is alive, and in health, and is leading I am farm servant at Mr. Cotterill's, Whitemoor an honoured life, devoting himself to the comforting farm, and I had the auisfurtune to be attacked by of his parent's destining years—and, knowing this, I poachers when poor Beswick was murdered. I was doing my duty in defending my master's profeel that lean die in peace. I I was obliged to be a witness at Stafford M y face is so radiant, that the lady in whose com- ' puny I am sitting, observes it, and congratulates me the men, and in the evidence I gavel spoke nothing but the truth. Last Thursday night upon my improved looks. I smile, and drawing near: between eight and nine o'clock, I was standing in, So the window, gage out at the sunshine, and at the I the road near the Castle Inn, Whitemoor, when carriage in which my beloved has come, and to which ; Harrop came out of the public-house. He seemed I see him presently return, and drive away. j to have had drink, and said that if I had sworn I For days after this, I snake such progress to a ' towards i man 1 should have sworn right, and went on Ito intimate that I had not done so. He said that recovery, that my faithful nail is fairly beside her- I he should come on Coaterill's land when he had 'a self with joy. My appetite returns; I sleep well and I mind, and neither Jack (Cotterill) nor myself peacefully, and rise refreshed and strengthened by should some so very hard faced to him, or else he the rest. I find a calm enjoyment in all the leauties would shoot us. Defendant then wanted to fight surrounding me. I stroll out alone, and even take use for 103., and took some money my sketch-book, and make views of the gorgeous out of his pocket. I told him to put the onev in his pocket again or he Scenery. which stretches, like a vast panel.% slit, through might lm os.: it. He also thicatened to go 'poaching the hills and valley 9 of the Locum* district. on the land on Saturday night, between ten and On one of these occasions Igo out at sunset, and twelve o'clock.—George Batley, a witness, gave take in sleep draughts of the delicious air. The great corroboratory evidence, adding that he heard host of the day is past, and a slight shower has Harrel) say that one man had been killed, and cooled the atmosphere, and rendered it balmy and that there would be another before long.— delightful. I have dispensed for the hour, with the Defendant : I do not remember seeing Heatheote services of my maisl, and my sketch-lsook is my only or talking to him • he knew he was drunk.—The Mayor said that the defendant was very much to conipanion. blame for using such language, after the just trial I wend soy way toward the 'old Chilfego, which pos. at Stafford, and wheaher he was drunk or net he eess;es a facination for me which is easily accounted was responsible. He would be bound over to keep for. A footpath, winding between clumps of trees the peace for twelve month, himself in £2O and one in „e2O, one pay ths• coats; in default, twelve lea is we to • rustic pavilion. from which I beheld the ' vast extent of the plain, covered with interminable months imprisonment. fields of wheat. The mulberry-trees alone betray that I am not in some eorn-growing district of Central Europe. The yellow waters of the Bormida, make a narrow chink in the otherwise unbrokssn level, awl then, the pldin-sti-rtehOsi oar and 'away, withoutvisible limit, until I can see no farther. II re I sit down to sketch. It in a beautiful scene. The sun, weary of his splendour, is hiding his paling Lae.; behind the shoulder of a ghswing mountain, whilst the exquisite verdure of the pain, refreshed by the welcome rain-drops, is tuont grateful to eyes long tired viewing scorched rs,dway n, and ilixtultt -afflicted lands. The gvntlo bleating of the sheep, and the tinVe of ties sheep-bells, aro equally pleasant, whi'st'