apparent.  After her ingress the light ceased to throw its shade through the casement—­the windows and doors were closed upon the guilty pair.  Too much cunning generally defeats its own intention:  not far distant from this scene of unhallowed pleasure stood the keen eye of jealousy, watching the progress of the night in order to preserve what custom had made her consider as her own.  Yes, gentlemen, Mrs. Samuel (another intimate acquaintance of the Rev. Samuel Thorpe,) some time after Mrs. Bernard had entered the house of the defendant, rushed to the house—­knocked at the door and got admittance.  On getting inside, the only object she sought was Mrs. Bernard.  Although in the dark she called her by name—­what eye so keen as that of a jealous woman:  she attacked Mrs. Bernard, as Mrs. B. sat on the bed of Mr. Samuel Thorpe.  Both females exerted themselves to the utmost; one to the assault, the other to repel such violence.  Only conceive, gentlemen, what a fine figure for the painter and the moralist was here exhibited; at the dark hour of night, two married women fighting most lustily in the bed-chamber of the pious defendant; while he (taken by surprise) kept pacing his piazza, unable to recollect what he had best do, and trembling with fear that the indiscreet uproar would lead to his exposure.  I will pass over the effects of excited passion, and merely inform you, that to identify the person so as to leave no subterfuge, Mrs. Samuel carried away as trophies of her resentment, some handkerchiefs and an ear-ring, she had taken from Mrs. Bernard.

“Well then, gentlemen of the jury, you see the defendant, detected in connection with the wife of one man, by the wife of another, whose passions he had raised to jealousy by prior intercourse—­whether criminal, or not, I leave to your judgment—­that is not, to-day, my duty to decide.

“Mrs. Samuel, in the excited feelings of the moment, smarting under the seeming neglect and vacillating conduct of the defendant, as regarded herself, flies from house to house, spreading the dishonour of the plaintiff; the news soon reaches the injured husband; his wife has absconded from consciousness of guilt—­he seeks her out, charges her with her crime—­she confesses it—­and now, gentlemen, he is forced to fly to you, to redress his wounded sensibility and affection.”

The Jury, having heard counsel on the other side returned a verdict for the plaintiff, damages Fifty Pounds.

The schooner Thomas arrived from England this morning after a passage of 35 days.  By her we heard of the death of Mr. Canning, which caused an extraordinary sensation.  A warm discussion sprang up among the Freetown politicians, as to who should form the next Ministry, each person, of course, electing a Prime Minister for himself, and making a Cabinet after his own taste.