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A SoRcERER.-An extraordinary scene took
place in the Central Criminal Court on Saturday
night last. woman, named Ryan, who has been
long known as pickpocket and shoplifter, was
tried, together with her brother for having picked
the pocket of widow in passing into the pit Of
the Pavilion theatre. A person belonging to the
London-docks swore that he distinctly saw lie.
woman put her hand into the widows pocket,
steal therefrom quantity of copper, and give


them to her brother; that he followed the widow


into the pit, and asked her whether she had not


been robbed; and that she replied, upon putting


her hand into her pocket, that somebody Had so-
len all her halfpence. Mr.. Charles Phillips adj
dressed the jury for the prisoner, and in yery
earnest manner submitted to the good sense and
discrimination of the jury that the thing was quite
impossible. The jury returned the compllmentto to
their judgment by returning a verdict Of Not
Guilty. 1Not Guilty!'' cried the Common Ser
geant, starting up in state of great excitement
!" Good God, not guilty! Gentlemen Of the iury.
you under a spell. That man (pointng to
Mr.. Phillips) holds you under an enchantment.
1t is sorcery. 1t is the black art. Ircalv do
not know whether am on my head or my heels.
Why, that woman has been tried four times for
robbery" The foreman of the jury sad We
know nothing of that, my lord" .sOh, good bye
to you, Miss Ryan; you are the luckiest Of wo-
men, said the Common Sergeant; 81 wish Won
JOY of your escape. Gentlemen, you are under
spell. 1t is, must declare, nothing but sorce
ry." Mr.. Phillips: My lord, It's fortunate for
me that live in enlightened age, or I'd be
gibbeted for conjuror upon your evidences
loud laughter. l--London Morn. Chr.