where, his lips should he closed. In answer to this,
being, I fear, angry, I charged him with being a liar;
and I used, more than once, the expression that he
should not have from me either a sixpence or a situation,
and that if he did not leave me, I must appeal to the
police for protection. He stated that he would not leave
me, and that he would give me in charge to the police.
He then said he would be contented if I would allow
him to write me a letter, to which I answered, 'Sir, do
exactly as you please;' repeating my former words, that
I would neither give him a sixpence nor a situation. All
this, with more of similar matter, was repeated again
and again for some time, while I was walking on in the
hope of seeing a police–constable. I saw no constable,
until, having tried Regent–street, I came in to Sackville–
street, where I saw police–constable C 187; to whom I
stated my desire to be rid of the prisoner. The constable
advised me to go to the station–house with the prisoner.
I adopted the advice; and on my way to the station,
the prisoner said I had better accede to what he had
offered, for my own sake. I told him that any act of
mine I had no wish to conceal, and that he was not
justified in imputing to me the intention on which he
had founded his claim; an intention which, if you will
allow me to state, being upon my oath, I solemnly deny."
Wilson having no questions to ask, Inspector Parke put
in a statement of the prisoner in writing. In this
document Wilson stated, that, about half–past twelve on
Tuesday night, he saw Mr, Gladstone address a lady of
his acquaintance, walk with her down Panton Street,
and across Coventry Street, into Princes Street. There
he reproved Mr. Gladstone, and told him that he did
not wish to expose the character of one he so much
admired. "I further said, if Mr. Gladstone would procure
me a situation, I would not expose him; and if not, I
would communicate his conduct to the Morning Herald
newspaper. I also charged Mr. Gladstone with being with
the lady in question arm–in–arm: upon which Mr.
Gladstone retorted, and called me a liar. Ultimately, Mr.
Gladstone granted me permission to write him a letter
respecting a situation." Wilson added that he should not mind
though the result were transportation, if his name were
associated with that of Mr. Gladstone, one of the greatest
men of the day. It was found that Wilson was not
known to the police; and in court he said, "I was very
much excited at the time, and am very sorry I should
have been so rash." He was remanded till the 13th, in
order that inquiries into his character might, be made. On
that day Mr. Gladstone appeared, and signed the
depositions. He then said that he did not consider this a
personal matter; that he had no wish to inflict any
punishment on the prisoner, but did not feel justified, on
account of the public interest, in passing over the affair.
The prisoner was then committed for trial. Inspector
Parke, who had been despatched to make some inquiries,
ascertained that the woman who accosted Mr. Gladstone
was not in confederacy with the prisoner, but was
greatly disappointed at the interruption of a tale of
distress, which the prosecutor, as she expected, was about
to relieve by a charitable donation of money. By a
singular coincidence the servant of this woman, who had
been fined 20s. for an assault committed the day before,
stated to one of the officers of the court, that her
mistress, who lived in King–street, would have paid the fine
for her, but that she had been unlucky the previous
night, some person having interfered with a gentleman
who was about to give her money out of commiseration.
The magistrate upon this sent the inspector to King–
street, and discovered that the girl's mistress was the
person who accosted Mr. Gladstone. The prisoner is a
Scotchman, and has lived as traveller with several
commercial houses. This affair has brought out an anecdote,
highly creditable to Mr. Gladstone, of his benevolence
on a former occasion under circumstances somewhat
similar. It is related by a correspondent of the Times.
In May last year, two young women were molested in
the Haymarket by an elderly man; Mr. Gladstone, who
was passing, interfered, and the threat of the police sent
the man away. Entering into conversation with one of
the girls, Mr. Gladstone was interested by her story;
and, to enable her to leave the Haymarket, he gave her
a sum of money, without which she durst not appear
"at home," and sent her away in a cab. The girl's
story was very simple, and strict inquiry proved its
correctness. Her father keeps an inn on the coast of
Sussex; when she was fourteen years of age, a widowed
lady engaged her as maid and companion to herself, and
brought her to London. In this situation she remained
four years. Then, while she was with her mistress on a
visit to a clergyman, his nephew, a lieutenant in the
navy, came home from sea, seduced the girl, and left her
again to go to sea. Her mother was dead; her father
had married again. There was only one resource left.
Mr. Gladstone has been unremitting in his efforts to
reclaim her; but hitherto he has failed. The poor girl,
says the narrator, "dreads the world's opinion, and,
when he has offered to place her in some way of obtaining
a respectable livelihood, she has always objected, on
the ground of the scorn and reproaches to which she
would be certain to be subjected; and it is to be feared
that there is much sad truth in this."

The body of a young man was Discovered on the
morning of the 11th instant in a small copse near the
Crystal Palace at Sydenham with his head blown
to pieces, and a pistol lying by his side. An inquest
was held, when it appeared he was a lad of seventeen,
named Mason, in the employment of a butcher in
Camberwell. He had left his master's service, in
consequence of his disapproving of a correspondence the
young man was carrying on with a young woman
of fourteen. Two letters, which were found on his
person, were then read, the first of which was addressed
to his master, and was as follows:—" Sir,—I have been
in your service upwards of four years, and I must
say I have met with every encouragement I have
wished for, until lately. I have noticed, that you did
not seem satisfied with what I have done, which has
made me answer you at times very sharp, which
you have noticed; and as I am to be separated from the
sole object of my affections, there is no more comfort
for me in this world; my heart is ready to burst with
grief. In fact my agonies at the present time is more
than I can bear, and therefore I am determined to ease
myself of them by taking my own life. No doubt
by the time you receive this I shall have breathed
my last. I hope you will forward my box and all
that belong to me to my afflicted parents. I cannot
say any more, so farewell for ever." The second was
addressed to the young woman, and ran thus; "These
few lines comes from your broken–hearted lover, whose
happiness is going never to return again. I hope
you will accept this as a last token of my love, and
keep it in remembrance of me. I have now left the
world, never to see you more, so farewell, for ever.
No doubt you will hear some sad news from your
father after you have received this note." The jury
returned a verdict of "Temporary insanity."

After a hearing which occupied two days, the judges
sitting in error gave their decision on the 12th instant,
confirming the judgment of the Exchequer Court in
the case of Miller versus Salomons, by which the
penalties were enforced upon Mr. Salomons for Voting
in Parliament without having taking the Abjuration
Oath.

A singular Robbery was committed in Glasgow on
the 14th. A young man, named Andrew Wallace, went
to the Western Bank, in Miller–street, to cash a cheque
for £700 for his employers. The teller handed him the
money, consisting of four £100 notes, five £10 notes,
and the remainder in small notes. Wallace counted
the large notes, amounting to £450, and laid them
aside on the counter, while he proceeded to look over
the small notes. When so engaged a well–dressed
person came behind him on the left side, and hurriedly
asked him to point out the manager's room. Wallace
looked round, and indicating with his head, said "To
the left." "Which of the doors?" said the stranger.
The clerk told him, and immediately turned round to
resume the counting of the small notes. He saw in a
moment that the parcel of large notes, viz., £450, had
disappeared, and exclaimed, "My money is gone!"
Mr. Crawfurd, a respectable citizen, who was
transacting business in the bank beside Wallace, said "I saw
a gentleman lift a parcel of notes from before you, and
there he is, leaving the bank this very moment;" and
at the instant a man was seen hurriedly going out by