The Sun. — 1826-08-17 (London, England)

GUILDHALL—Had/ow, the young N candidate for • Holy Orders," was brought np again yesterday, and it appeared that the last account he gave of himself is the true one, vie. That he is the son of Mr. Hadlow, the minister of a Dissenting• congregation at Ashford, in Kent. His uncle, a clerk in one of the fire offices, waited upon Mr. Alderman Aust.yr, and confirmed that account, and added, that he had been a sad trouble to the *hole family for some time put. His temper was so violent when at home that his mother considered her life in danger ; and in consequence his father placed him in one of the Universities; but there he squandered his outfit immediately; and commenced the vagrant life, which had brought him into his present predicament. Every effort had been made to reclaim him, and induce him to betake himself to some reputable employment, but every kindness was entirely thrown away upon him, and therefore they were determined to leave him to the consequences of his misconduct in the present instance, in the hope that any punishment inflicted upon him might have a salutary effect, and when be should be again at liberty they would endeavour to get him some situation abroad.  The uncle then_ retired ' - and the Alderman baying directed that the: eung man should. be brought in, he entered the bar with a hop, skip, and jump—bowed profoundly to the bench, placed his baton the floor,: and his hands on the front of the dock, and waited. ary smirkingly for what was coming. _ _  • Young roar)," said Mr. Alderman ANSLZY, 0 1 have. seen a near relative of yours, and I learn from him that you have been well-educated, that you have talent, and that you might have been a respectable member of society; but instead of turning these advantages to any good account, you have been a continued source of uneasiness to them ; and you have now rendered yourself liable to he punished. for attempting to obtain money by false and fraudulent representations.—Pray how have you maintained yourself these last. SIX months ?"  " As I was about to inform -you yesterday, Sir, if I had not been interrupted. I have Maintained myself by writing sermons for fox-hunting clergymen, who are too lazy to write Mr themselves," .replied the prisoner. "1 do not believe you," said the Alderman ; " but, at all events, we will put an end to your labours in that nay, by committing you to Biidertvell, , whete they will find you sontething else to do ; and I hope the discipline you will meat with there will make an honest man of you."  Thank you, Sir," rind the prisoner—and he was sentenced to one month's hayd laboni in Bridewell.  One Thomas Sturday, a very decent looking man, in the dress —or what is called the undress, of a gentleman's coachman, was brought before the Alderman, charged with having attempted to destroy himself, by leaping into the Thames at Blackfriars-bridgr. It appeared by the statement of the constable, the watchman in Chatham-place, and other persons, that in the dead of the night, between twelve and one o'clock, it being then nearly high water, he was;fteen going down the steps of.the bridge, from Chathamplace, and in tl;e next moment he was heard to plunge into the river. Several persons instantly rushed in after him ; but he struggled so desperately to accotnplish his purpose, that it was as much as three stout young fellows could do to drag him ashore.  Mr. Alderman Al4Bl,Zi'renmstratedWith him on the weakues9 and the Iviekedneis of self-destruetion, and asked him what could possibly have induced him to attempt it.  " linow nothing about it," replied the poor fellow, in a voice almost inaudible with emotion, at the same time withdrawing himself behind' the broad back of the &instable who stood by him at the bar. " Have you a wife?" asked the Magistrate. " Yes, I have a wife!" he replied ; the tears starting from his eyes, in spite of his evident exertion to repress them. Somebody said his wife was present; and a pretty young woman was led forward to the witness-box. She did not weep—probably her thoughts lay .for too' deep tears. _ .  " Is this your husband?" asked the Magistrate. " Ile is my husband !" she replied. . . "-Have you any , family ?"--" One little she'replitid— looking towards her husband ; and he raising his eyes towards her At the elm moment, they both burst into tears—but silently ;and with a very manifest edeavour ou their part. to prevent such a display! " Have you any fault to find with your wife said the Alderman.  • " No !-God— knows I haven t • said the min,' still endeavouring to repress his tears, and hiding himself behild the constable. " Have you any idea," said the Alderman, addressing himself to the wife—" have you any idea what could induce him to leave you and the child Unprotected by destroying himself? Has anything unsettled his mind ?" . . . .  " He hts been out of place more than eight months," she replied, " he can't get anything to do, and we have been broughtto great diatres3." _ .  _ . In answer to further questiOna, she said he was a coachman, and his last service was that of Mr. Winter, in St. Helen's-place ; but no further explanation could be obtained from either of them, and the Alderman recoMmemded them to go home together, and have better hopes. , I beg YoUrPirdon,'Sir," said an elderly man stepping into t"e witnen's hos ; "but they can have no better hopes; for Mr. Winter refuses to give him a clutracter—eueli a character, at IrA.,t, as will get him a place. He had three or four opportunities of getting into service again, but Mr. Winter has prevented him &inn all of them. It is very hard, your Worship. Can nothing be done in it ?" '  The Aiderman replied, that these was no law to compel a master to give a character to a servant ; and if he gave a &he one he was liable to an action.  There wax nothing more to be said—the rescued suicide and his wife had already left the office,- and their friend followed them, evidently much disappointed at the result of his interference.