Though these cases are not marked with the deepest dye of wickedness, yet they contain that which induces us to give them a place in our catalogue of crimes. They may, at least, serve to dissipate the melancholy which the preceding facts must have created in the mind of every reader. At the first sessions in the year 1809, for Westminster, THOMAS LUCAS was indicted for assaulting Hart Levy, a Jew clothesman. From the evidence of the prosecutor it appeared, that he was pursuing his business, and dealing with some of his customers, near a stand of hackney coaches, in Charles-street, Covent-garden; when the defendant, who is himself a gentleman of the whip, but not a member of the Whip Club, assailed the prosecutor, and, in language not most decorous, but the most flippant, charged him with being a common cheat and notorious swindler, at the same time cautioning the customers not to deal with him. Whereupon the Hebrew threatened him with an action of damages for slandering his fair fame and reputation. This not being much relished by Jarvis, he vowed he should have some reason to take him to Westminster-hall; and, leaving his coach and horses, retired to a public-house for a few minutes, on his return from whence he served the poor Jew with a dexterous facer under the wheels of his coach, and, mounting his box, drove off. This was proved by another witness.
The defendant endeavoured to justify the assault, by stating that the prosecutor had spit in his face; to prove which another hackney coachman was called; but as Moses recognized in him an old customer whom he was recently obliged to summon to the Court of Conscience for the value of an old coat he had sold him some time ago, his testimony got very little credence, and the defendant was found guilty. The court sentenced him to a short imprisonment.
SARAH WELLS was indicted for stealing a shift, the property of Isaac Hart. The prosecutor, a Jew clothesman, gave his testimony nearly as follows:—"I wash going down Charing-cross about my business, and turned in a little court (Angel court), ven I heard somebody call 'cloash!' I looked up, ven I saw a voman, who I thought called, and she beckoned me to come up; I went upstairs, and she axed me if I had e'er a goot petticoat to shell. I had a very goot von, so help me Got, vorth four shillin. I showed it to her, but she would not come up to my price; I could not afford to give it less, so I wash going down stairs, going away, ven four or five, or many more vomen (so help me Got, I never saw so many), got about me; (they had been eating their dinner or breakfast, or someting, for the cups and saucers were on the table) ven, as Got would have it, and to my misfortin, there was a leetle hole in the bottom of my ba-ag, and two very nice new shifts hung out of it, ven the vomen began to pull me about, and did drag them out, and ran avay vid my shifts. The prisoner took von of them, for I did see her take it. I then vent and fetched a constable, and took this von wid my nice new shift, the oter girls, they all ran avay, and I never since could get my oter shift."
The prisoner, in her defence, said that the prosecutor had agreed to go to bed to her, and she was to have the shift for her trouble.
Prosecutor—"It's a lie, so help me Got, it's a lie. I never did no such a ting!" The jury returned a verdict of guilty, and the court sentenced her to one month's imprisonment.