Generosity to a Fallen Enemy. (Courier, 12th October.)—To every one, therefore, the statement we laid before the public yesterday, followed by the more detailed account we publish to day, must afford the sincerest congratulation. One Opposition Paper says, "We are satisfied with the improvement of the Revenue, as it stands, and regard it as a subject of fair congratulation." Another Paper, the Morning Chronicle, copies our statement of yesterday, without a single comment, good, bad, or indifferent. What, not a single doubt! not one gloomy surmise! not one sombre anticipation! no evil predictions! "Where be your gibes now?—not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ?" Why, take heart! rouse yourself. "What man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words."

sign. Come, come, nibble a little, if you can do no worse; some little petulant remark, some twopenny item may be found among the accounts to hang a doubt upon, or hazard a conjecture!

A Traveller's Lie.-(Copied into the Times, 19th October.) - We learn from a gentleman who was at St. Omer and Calais last week, that his Majesty was accompanied or followed on his journey by a light waggon, from which he drew supplies of money for distribution to the populace of the towns through which he passed, and of snuff-boxes and rings for presents to individuals *. The British public should be made acquainted with the strength of his Majesty's claim to the applauses which have been la vished upon him on the other side of the channel. Surely the showers of five-franc-pieces and louis d'or, which, we are told, have been seen to issue from the windows of the

Royal carriage in its passage through the continental towns, may be admitted as entitling the hand which scatters them to the applauses of those whom they enrich. One beggar át St. Omer's found himself, at the conclusion of the scramble in that town, the happy possessor of three louis d'or.

AUTHENTIC BIOGRAPHY.--" He (Mr. Favell) called upon all parties to support his motion, because Mr. Hume was a most useful bugbear to the ministers as well as to the opposition."-Common Council, Friday, 26th Oct.

Interesting Dialogue-Scene, Common Council, Thursday, 18th October.) Spafields Riots.- Mr. Favell brought up a report from the gaol expenses committee, which stated it to be their opinion, upon examining into the losses sustained by the following individuals, that 450l. should be allowed to Mr. Beckwith, 350l. to Messrs. Bran. den and Potts, and 300l. to Mr. Rea, as a compensation for the damages which they suffered from the

riotous mobs of Dec. 1816.

Mr. T. N. Williams attacked the conduct of Alderman Wood on the day of the Spa-fields riots. He asserted that the worthy Alderman had neglected his duty in not sending out scouts to learn the temper of the people. Again, why were not the constables ordered out till one o'clock? That was a matter which well deserved explanation; the posse comitatus was no where to be found; and all knew that it was a sacrilege to bring a red coat into the city. What was the consequence of all this neglect and want of precaution? He would tell them, as he had been an eye-witness of it. "When the mob came into the city," said Mr. Williams, "I saw the constables running helter-skelter up and down, and round the Exchange, and the magistrates running after them, as if to get out of the way of the danger for which they had not had the foresight to provide. All the assistance, which the worthy magistrate who spoke last, gave to his fellow-citizens on that occasion was to shut himself up in the Exchange: and all that I there. fore say is, God protect us from such worthy magistrates in future." The Court were bound to grant the

money in question as a mere act of justice.

Mr. Aderman Wood on rising was assailed by the cries of "Spoke, Spoke," which did not cease until he told those, who used them, that he was not surprised that those who were afraid to hear the truth should be loud in raising them. He was glad to find that the person, who had so often attacked his conduct when he was not present to defend it, had at last mustered courage enough to attack it when he was present. He must tell that person that all his statements were most unfounded. Instead of having no officers at Spa-fields to watch the proceedings of the multitude, he had stationed ten officers there for that purpose; besides the Sheriff, Mr. Alderman Bridges, had told him that he should be in that quarter, and had promised to give him the earliest intelligence of any attempt to enter the city. "The gentleman," continued the worthy Alderman, "if indeed I may be allowed to call him so" (loud laughter) "has. stated that the officers were not called out till one o'clock. In saying so, he wilfully states another untruth." (Loud cries of order, chair.) From the language which that person has used regarding me, I am bound to use the strongest language regarding him."

Mr. James wished to know whether such language was to be tolerated in the Court.

Mr. Alderman Wood proceeded. He had called on the officers on that day to attend the execution which took place in the morning. Indeed, they were never separated from eight o'clock in the morning till after the riot was completely quelled. "Then, said Mr. Williams in his usual flourishing way," continued the worthy alderman "on the appearance of some scampering people, the Lord Mayor shut himself up in the Exchange." Who did the Court think these scampering people were? Why the party who

had fired into the Royal Exchange. Then, he says, “the Lord Mayor shut himself up in the Exchange, afraid to stir out of it." Dare he stand up here and say that such was the fact?

Mr. T. N. Williams." I dare. I was present *.”

Mr. Oldham called the worthy alderman to order. He was sure that he could not be aware of the violent personalities in which he was indulging.

Mr. Alderman Wood was certain, that if the worthy gentleman who had called him to order, had been attacked in the same manner as he himself had, he would make use of the same warmth of language in reply. He would, however, ask the Court to recollect how the Lord Mayor had got into the Exchange? Had he not taken a prisoner into the Exchange?

Mr. T. N. W.-" No: you were afraid to go near him.”

Mr. Alderman Wood said, that he treated the person who had just interrupted him with so much contempt that he felt it beneath him to reply to him. It was, however, impossible to hear the statements which he had made without giving them a flat and positive contradiction. On Cashman's attempting to escape, he (Alderman Wood) had sprung upon him and given him in charge to one of the marshalmen. He then saw a man with a staff and colours. Sir James Shaw rushed on the colours, and he himself seized

the man.

A Member here rose up and said, "I saw this done.”

Mr. Alderman Wood continued. -"I took two pistols out of his pocket, and took them, too, as a member now in this Court will testify, while the rioters were firing under the gates into the Exchange. When this man was secured, I and

*What! be called a liar and a coward on your own public bench, Master Shallow, and not fight!-Shakspeare.

Sir James Shaw-for we never separated-went together to Cornhill, and there found the rioters dispersing. So much for the statements of this person. To all of them I say that they are unfounded, and that I can prove them to be so by the most unquestionable testimony."

Mr. T. N. Williams thought that he might be allowed to reply. (Loud cries of "no, no," from all quarters.)

Mr. Alderman Browne rose to order. He thought that in point of order the worthy gentleman was not allowed to say any thing, and he was sure, in point of discretion, he ought not. (Hear, and laughter.)

Mr. Griffiths was sorry to observe, that what had just passed convinced him that there were too many lawyers in the court. (Laughter.)

Mr. Favell was proceeding at some length to corroborate the statements of the worthy Alderman, when he was called to order by Mr. James, who said that though Mr. Favell had liberty, as mover of the question, to reply, he ought to limit himself strictly to the question, and not to follow other gentlemen in their digressions.

Mr. Favell said that he had never before seen so hypercritical an attempt to preserve order. He felt it, however, to be his duty, as the worthy alderman had called upon him so to do, to add his testimony in corroboration of what the worthy alderman had himself stated t. The worthy Alderman had not shut himself up in the Exchange, he had sallied forth in pursuit of the rioters, and had left him (Mr. Favell) in full command of the Royal Exchange ‡.

Mr. T. N. Williams." I trust I shall be allowed to explain after he has done." (Order, order.)

Mr. Favell repeated, that Alderman Wood had shown no desire to shelter himself. The shots fired, to his knowledge, fell near that magis+ Par nobile fratrum.

Gallant Commander! remember the Red Lion at Camberwell!

polis to take the benefit of the ceremony of baptism. The public sympathy towards the new-made Christian Princess still languished, and last week she put forth a placard, which was industriously posted on the walls of the metropolis, and of which the following is a copy :Princess of Cumberland in Captivity, contrary to her rights, privileges, and rank, at Mr. Davis's, 45, King-street, Soho." The Princess of Cumberland informs the English nation, that an execution has been served on her body for debt, and that the late King bequeathed her 15,000l. which has been proved according to law, and application made to Lord Sidmouth for the payment of that sum, without effect: therefore, not having received one guinea from the Government, or any of this large sum bequeathed to her by her uncle, King George the Third, she is under the painful necessity of appealing to the honourable generosity of the British public. "ŎLIVE."

"45, King-street, Soho, Oct. 9. To add to the force of her pretensions, the disconsolate Princess addressed a letter to the ex-sheriff of London, J. W. Parkins, Esq., calling upon him to contradict a rumour that had gone abroad, to the effect that he had lent her large sums of money, and that his friendship towards her was not altogether platonic. With this call the gallant ex-Sheriff did not fail promptly to comply, adding, that his friendship and consideration towards her originated entirely in the belief of her being an unfortunate descendant of the royal family of this kingdom, in proof of which she had shown him many curious documents, and particularly a correspondence with the late Duke of Kent, from which it appears, that he acknowledged her as his "cousin."

A claim to royal parentage, however fallacious, has often been attended with consequences most disastrous in the country where it is made, and an attempt to excite pub

lic sympathy by false pretensions is the most effectual way to dam up the streams of charity. We will not say that the "Princess Olive” is an impostor, but we will state the pedigree and connexions of a real Olive Wilmott, and the details will probably not only shake the faith of Mr. Sheriff Parkins, but of every other person in the country who may have given credence to the tale of woe.

It happened, then, that in the year 1772 (mark the time), there was born in the borough of Warwick, a young lady, the daughter of Mr. Robt. Wilmott, a house-painter, by Anna Maria his wife. This infant was baptized at the parishchurch of St. Nicholas, in that borough, on the 15th of April, 1772, by the name of Olive. When of a proper age she was put to school, and displayed the first fruits of a very vivid imagination: and such was her power of invention, that if she had honestly employed her faculties in the production of a new series of Arabian Tales, she might at this moment have been in the enjoyment of respect and competency. Subsequent to quitting school she went to reside with her uncle, the Rev. Dr. Wilmott, who enjoyed the living of Barton on the Heath.While in this situation, she appeared as a witness upon a very extraordinary trial for a burglary in her uncle's house, against two men, who were tried, convicted, and executed for that offence. Her story was most marvellous, and her own conduct, as she represented it, most heroic. After the death of the Doctor, a book was published, of which our heroine was the author, the object of which was to prove that her uncle was the real Junius. the meantime she married to a person of the name of Serres, we believe a foreigner by birth, and a dancing master or portrait painter by profession. The rest of her history is oblivion: possibly she became a princess.

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