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A VERY FINE LADY; Yesterday a woman of dashing exterior and very lofty demcanour, who gave the name of Mary Williams, was brought before Mr. Combe, at the Thames Police Office, charged with attempting to commit suicide, by throwing herself into the river at Waterloo-bridge. The officer who brought the prisoner before the Magis- trate was no sootier sworn than the prisoner exclaimed, Now, Sir, use my reputation. more tenderly than that dreadfullJUrricane hasjust now used my person Mr. Combe—Oh, you were caught in it, were you ? Prisoner—I was, Sir, and I think vour officers might have paid rnoro respect to a lady than to have brought I me through such a- most horrible- storm in a boat. Mr.John Gaskin a Survcyorof Thames Police, stated that the prisoner was brought on board the Port Mahon guard-ship, off Surrey-street, Strand, between eight and nine o'clock that morning by Myers, a waterman, who charged her with attempting to drown herself. She was attired in a most splendid masquerade dress, and was wet through, and apparently dean. By the assistance of the daughters of Mr. Mitchell, the inspecting Surveyor of the Thames Police on hoard, who stripjsed her and pro- vided her with dry clothing, she soon recovered. All that he could ascertain about her was that she resided at No. 15, George-street, Adelphi, and had been to the mas- querade at the King's Theatre. Prisoner—You have found out all yon could, Mr. Police officer; and you, Sir, (addressing the magistrate) will perhaps ask for my previous character. You will have to go to Connaught-square, Edgewarc-road, and they will tell you that I rode in my carriage, kept my servants, and supported a large establishment. James Myers, a waterman; plying at Waterloo-bridge, began this evidence by stating-This morning your Worship— The prisoner here intnrrupted the waterman by ex- claiming, Sir, you and those gazing fools, who have their mouths wide open to catch all they can, shall hear the truth: I went to the masquerade with my protecior, and I remained with him until this morning enjoying the revelry. 1 accompanied him to his house in Lincoln's Inn-fields, and had scarcely put my foot on the threshold of his door when he displeased me. In a moment of pas- sion I threatened to drown myself at Waterloo bridge. He laughed, and I called a coach, which his servant as- sisted me iuto, and I ordered the coachman to drive to Waterloo-bridge. He did; I got out, and gave this man a sixpence or a shilling, and while he was preparing the boat 1 jumped into the river,and that is itil. Myers s?id a copch drove up to Waterloo-bridge, and who should jump out but the lady, in the most "elegautest" dress he ever saw. A boat, you scoundrel, a boat! exclaimed the lady; and he ran down the steps to get it ready. She threw a sixpence into the boat, but, instead of getting into it herself, she plunged headlong into the river He went in after her, an.1 she was on the point of sinking under the stage opposite King's College, when he caught her by the legs and hauled her out. One moment more and she must have gone. Mr. Combe asked if anything more was known of this very dignified lady ? Giaskir,-Your Worship, .a servant is wa iting outside to take her home. Prisoner-You had better speak for yourself, Mr. Officer, not for others. Why am I put into this filthy place? (rlluding to the dock in which she was standing.) I insist 011 caving such a degrading place. Here she walked down the steps of the dock, but was quickly brought hack.—Gas- kin said he had called on this lady's protector he said he knew no more of her than of any other woman. Prisoner—Lying varlet! he dare not have said so, or if he did. it was because he did not wish his name to transpire. Gaskin-His name is Robertson. Prisoner—Yes, and you make use of his name as if he was your critial. How much longer am 1 to remain thus degraded ? Mr. Combe, who was highly amused, and laughed heartily at the lofty airs of the prisoner, ordered her to be discharged, the waterman Myers offering to be her cicerone until she reac(!ed her lodging. The prisoner, who looked with most ineffable contempt on the poor waterman, who said he did not know what the devil to make of her, marched out of the office with a dig- nified step, amidst the laughter of the officers, and repaired to the Waterman's Arms Tavern adjoining; wil,re she remained until Mr. Robertson, her" protector," called, who sent her home in a hackney-coach.

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