Elizabeth Watson . I was twelve years of age the 20th of last month; I live with my father and mother in Windsor-street, Spitalfields; the prisoner is my father's brother-in-law, he married my mother's sister, and lives in Catherine-wheel-alley, Whitechapel.
Q. Is your aunt alive?
E. Watson. She is; I went up to his house and asked for a bit of bread, he gave me a bit; then he shut the door and pushed me down on the bed, nobody was there but he and I; I asked him why he shut the door; he said nothing; I asked him to let me go, because I had been playing by the way going to school, and it was then past one o'clock; after he got up I did, and went home; I did not go to him for some time after; when I went again he served me the same as before.
Q. How did he serve you?
E. Watson. He put his hand up my coats.
Q. How long is the first time ago?
E. Watson. That is three quarters of a year ago.
Q. How do you know that?
E. Watson. Because I told the quarters.
E. Watson. With chalk in my own room on a piece of board.
Q. How many quarters are there in a year?
E. Watson. Nine.
Q. How came you to know to set the second chalk up?
E. Watson. I asked my mamma when the quarter was, and she told me.
Q. Did he do any thing on the bed to you?
E. Watson. Yes, he made me wet on my private parts and on my shift; he said if ever I divulged it, or told it to any body, how he would serve me; the next time I sat in a chair.
Q. What did he do?
E. Watson. He put his impudence into my hand.
Q. Where was your aunt?
E. Watson. She was gone out with old clothes; the last time was three weeks ago from this time.
Q. What month was it?
E. Watson. I do not know.
Q. How long has there been a difference between your mother and him?
E. Watson. My mother has not spoke to him since yesterday was a week.
Q. Is this all he has done to you?
E. Watson. Yes, this is all.
Q. How came your mother to know any thing about it?
E. Watson. That was because I could not walk nor sit in a chair.
Q. When did your mother find it out?
E. Watson. She found it out yesterday was a week; he has given me a disorder, my mother and the doctor say so.
Q. Has he done any thing to your body?
E. Watson. He has.
Q. With what?
E. Watson. With his finger the first time, and a great many times after; that was the time he made my linen so wet, I was afraid to tell my mother.
Margaret Watson . I am mother to the child; she told me this yesterday was a fortnight; she sat very uneasy on a chair; I said, what is the matter you are so uneasy; she said, I am very bad, I wish you would let me go to bed; she put her finger to her private part, and brought something very odd from her; I asked her who had been meddling with her; she said nobody had.
Q. Did you look at her?
M. Watson. No, I did not indeed; my sister came and was kind enough to send for a quartern of gin; when my husband came home I said, I am afraid something is the matter with your daughter, and told him what I suspected; my brother the prisoner came in, he was three halfpence and I the same, and we had a quartern of gin between us four; I said to the girl, now if you do not tell me who has been meddling with you, I'll cut you to pieces; her uncle took the whip and looked severe at her; she said, mother, I will tell you the truth, it is my uncle; I clapped my hands together and made bold to call her b - h; I said what uncle; she said that uncle, there he stands; I let fly with great vengeance, and asked him how he could be guilty to lie with that child; he went up
Q. was the prisoner ever searched to see what condition he was in?
M. Watson. No, he never was.
Q. How does he live with his wife?
M. Watson. As well as other people, they jar sometimes as the best of people do; I never heard no harm of him, he is a working man.
I went in at her mother's, there was another woman drinking a dram; they said, brother, will you drink, my wife was there, (the father and mother have both had the misfortune to have the soul disease between them;) said the mother, what do you think, my daughter has got so and so; then said she, we are all alike; there lay the horsewhip on the floor; said I, if she has got that distemper I would take the horse-whip and whip all the skin from her bones; the girl sat a little while and said, uncle, if I must tell you, you gave it me; she lay along with her father and mother every night; had it been as she said so long ago, must they not have found it out; there is a boy of about eighteen years of age lives in a room above them, and whenever the mother stirs out they are together; the mother has catched him on the stairs with her, and licked him for it; I have told her mother several times the girl would be ruined.