The Sun. — 1864-05-11 (London, England)

THAMES,  A VERY DANGEROUS CUSTOMER.—Catherine Moore, a very turbulent and drunken woman, was brought before Mr. Paget, charged with being intoxicated, disorderly, assault, and wilful damage.  Mrs. Sarah Maclaren, a respectable widow, said she was the landlady of the Charles Napier beer and wine house, in the Commercial-road, Limehouse. Yesterday morning, at 11 o'clock, the prisoner came to the bar inebriated, and called for a pint of porter. She refused to serve her, on which the prisoner said "if you, don't serve me I'll serve you out," and took up a tumbler, which she hurled at her head. It glanced by her face and struck the back of the shop. Her daughter then commenced removing the glasses and pots off the counter, and before she could:do so the prisoner swept away everything off the counter, including pots and glass. All the glasses were broken. Before a police constable could be fetched the prisoner2es . t went Besideshr o tookug h an threw it at the daughter of witness. It missed her and w a Pint pot from behind the engine and embossed window, the value of which was 2 uthpat the prisoner broke a tumbler and four t glasses, abused her vilely, and made a great disturbance. Fanny Fox, the daughter of Mrs Maclaren, confirmed tho statement of her mother. who had scarcely recovered from yesterdayT'hse pdirsissiopnaeirtOn, said she had no recollection of what happened.  Mr Paget sentenced the prisoner went and hard labour. to one mouth's imprison  Shocking Tragedy at Tottenham.  On Monday evening espe r,liaucuivPihl reenY:ineer. The following letter, signed by an inquiry was held at Tottenham, , rcting the death of Mr. Gabriel hTbyirmesgaienard his wife, was found after his death. From it will be gathered his statement as to the cause he had for committing suicide : "Fellow-countryrnen,—We have drawn up the statement that you might know why We have agreed to die together, to do it. We were married on the 6th of July last; and -‘• --- we met for the first time only and the villany that drove us a year ago. We slept together the first three months, and nothing disturbed our happiness; but then we took the house in Bedford-terrace, and as we had only a very small income, to increase our means we let rooms. One of these lodgers was Mr. Cowen, bandmaster and secretary to the London Irish Volunteers, In February I received a valentine, intimating that my .1 Wife had an adulterous intercourse with Mr. Cowen. / - gave Mr. Cowen notice, and he removed to Mr. Rod's house next door, giving out as tnahngder in failed,u t s 0 near, and four rt weeks ee edkied ago to gt oI s sheen: hhei rs question. I noticed that after downethiioisinstremematysopowtn lodgingsfifofeortPhhueetast ilii n a highly respectable place three mi yttesnistienr'eslaantg terms to my wife, and she wmrfirom my sister, saying that she had disHome Cottage, Tottenham. enl eurvteeecrsee' i dvweeadl Ikea tftreor letterfrom staoid "3' to Rod I had got the letter, such clandestine correspondence. was tle os p notsuspectedut stop n . I Cowen, ow e n and I called at Mr Rod's, but Rod repudiated the imputation on Cowen, and said that he suspected some one; that it was the same person that sent the valentine, and he would pledge his honour that i Cowen was not the man he:suspected/ whose name he could not give. Ile:said Cowen always spoke of my wife with respect and esteem, and as a father would of a daughter. u-ife, at Tottenham, found. The letter was signed stopped by my orders cautioning Butt the e post her. Thursdayoffice, tI to receivedladdressedeeve ahteor letter, na y letters about, as she was watched and one of them was "A Wellwieher," but as Mr Rod was the only one that I had mentioned the affair to, I knew at once that the caution came from Rod's house. I had an interview with my wife, and she admitted the intrigue. She was my adored idol. I had only seen her first 12 months ago, and I could not survive the blow. I had for her an undying love. She implored pardon, and I forgave her. I took laudanum. She called my sister, and I was forced to take an emetic. "Let me say that my wife was only six months past 16 years of age when we married, and she was then pure as a babe. Now I call on you, fellow-countrymen, to root out from society the man who infamously prostituted her to his lust. He is 43 years of age, and is married, but is not living with his wife. He committed a rape on my wife's person, and then by throats compelled her to keep the dreadful secret, and so made her subservient to him, and by threats frightened her into secresy. Her health was dragged down by the state of her mind. All you that have daughters, sisters, or wives, punish this wretch. I cannot wish for life. We cannot live, and two young and shattered hearts we dedicate ourselves to death. [Re has letters which she wrote to him, but they were written to him because he made her do so by frightening her with the secret,] My love was so great that I never would spare any expense for my wife. I cannot now bear that she should be made an exhibition of to punish that man. I hope you will all punish that diabolical wretch, who has crushed two young hearts in the spring of their life.  "