The Sun. — 1837-07-18 (London, England)

LORD MAYOR—I do not believe that this poor fellow touched you. __  Complainant—He did though. He knocked me about, and swore he'd do for me, and he intended it.  Defendant—His Lordship won't believe you ; Le th:Llks that you belong to the " Mendacity Society." Complainant—lf I did, I'm blessed if you wouldn t cut away like a good un, to stow your begging letters. The LORD MAYOR (to the defendant)—You Inty go, and I advise you, my good friend, to get into the Temperance Society as soon as you can.—(A laugh.) Defendant—l am the cardinal virtue itself. You may talk of the chameleon, a travelling tragedian can beat it hollow. The poet says that man wants but little to eat ; the player proves that man wants noting at all. The poor fellow then returned thanks in a very respectful and grateful tone to the Lord Mayor, put his thumb to his nose on looking at the complainant, and, shaking his dark blanket, slipped out at the side door. A private examination took place before the LORD MAYOR in a case in which some mysterious correspondence was referred to. A packet of letters was by mistake taken to one house in the City instead of another by the servant of a gentleman of rank, who was the bearer of it from Germany to this country. The packet was directed to a foreigner who lodged in the house to which it ought to have been brought, and was partially opened and perused by another foreigner who lodged in the house to which it ought not to have been brought. Several days elapsed before the party to whom it was addressed learned that an error had been committed in the delivery, and when an indignant application was made for the packet the answer was a refusal to give it up, on the ground that it contained matter of a. very serious nature connected with the French Government. The LORD MAYOR, after having examined some witnesses and consulted with Mr. Hobler, said that as the enclosures in the envelope alluded to some persons much better known at the west than at the east end of the town, and were at the same time quite enigmatical, he thought the most advisable way of dealing with the matter was, to refer the correspondence to the Secretary of State for L 1 Home Department. It would be improper to state the particular. of tin transaction at present, but it is necessary to mention that several ridiculously exaggerated rumours are dhg,ersed about the hall and the police room.  INSTRUCTION TO CORONERS' JURIES,---" Tem• porary insanity" is uniformly the verdict of your " crowners' 'quest" on such occasions (suicide); even a physician of any repute will honestly state on ordinary occasions, particularly when the patient has the benefit of his skill and experience in helping him to leave this wicked world, that ho died of such and such a disorder, and w ill manfully state the name of the disorder, and the world gives him credit for his skill and integrity. Would gentlemen serving upon " crowners' quests" imitate this heroic example, instead of recording the foolish verdict of " temporary insanity," they would say, " The deceased didn't know what to do with himself!" This would be intelligible, and the faculty might stumble upon a remedy ; but " temporary insanity" is too transitory, too fugitive, to be grappled with, too vague and indefinite, in its very name, ever to do any good, and the patient is generally " past all surgery" before one suspects he is attacked with insanity, be it ever so temporary or evanescent ; but in honestly recording that " he didn't know what to do with himself, and thereby came by his death," it would be but doing justice to that interesting malady. Thus it could be easily observed in all its stages, from its incipient symptoms at the gaming or any other well-garnished table, where it sometimes takes its rise, through all its phases and evolutions, till the malady comes to a head, and a man blows out his brains. The disease, through each •f these changes, might be stayed in its progress, and society might be benefited by the honesty of the verdict.—From an amusiv.g article in Bentley's Miscellany, entitled " What Tom Biuks did when he dilln't know what to do with himself."  A young man of the name of Errington, a mason by trade, only about 21 or 22 years of age, and who had beent married only three weeks, after he had been drinking on Saturday last with some of his companions, and got into a state of intoxication, said he would leap down the pit, meaning a colliery close by, called Broomside, belonging to the Marquis of Londonderry, and situate about two miles from the city of Durham ; and most melancholy to relate, after setting up three huzzas to his comrades, in token of courage and heroism; he • leaped down, to their utter consternation, and, as we understand, was killed instantly. No reason has been assigned for his committing so monstrous an act.