ISAAC REPATH.
4th February 1856
Reference Numbert18560204-290
VerdictGuilty > unknown
SentenceImprisonment > penal servitude

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290. ISAAC REPATH , feloniously uttering a forged 5l. note, with intent to defraud.

MESSRS. BAILEY and SLEIGH conducted the Prosecution.

JANE BEALE . My father is a carpenter—he lives at No. 35, Hill-street, Friar-street, Blackfriars-road. On 2nd Jan. the prisoner came to our house about 6 o'clock in the evening—he asked if my father or mother were at home—I had seen the prisoner three or four years ago—I called my father, and he called the prisoner into the front room—I did not hear much of the conversation, but I heard the prisoner say bis father was in the hospital at Scutari with the diarrhoea, and he himself was wounded in the thigh—he gave me this 5l. note (looking at it)—I took it to Mr. Lewis, a cheesemonger—I saw him put my mother's name and address on it—he gave me the change—I took it back, and gave it to the prisoner, except the 4d. for the gin—the prisoner counted it, and shortly after he left the house, saying he should call again in two or three days, which he did not.

HENRY JAMES LEWIS . I am a cheesemonger, and live in Great Suffolk-street. On 2nd Jan. the last witness brought me this note—I gave her change for it—I wrote her mother's name and her address on the back of the note—I paid it away in the course of business, and it was returned, marked "Forged."

EMMA BROWN . I am a washerwoman, and reside at No. 2, John-street, St. George's in the East. On 20th Nov., between 11 and 12 o'clock, the prisoner came to the house—I was ironing down stairs at the time he knocked—my landlady opened the door to him—he put his two knees on the threshold of the door, and said to her, "Halloo, how are you?"—she said, "I don't know you"—he said, "Don't you know Repath?"—"Oh, yes," she said, "your father owes me 16s."—she said, "Come in"—he said, "I ought to have called before; my father has sent me home 10l. from the rimea; half is for my mother in law and half is for me"—he then pulled a

5l. note out of his pocket, and said, "Will you get me change? and I will do what I can for you; how much is it my father owes you?"—I took the note, and went to get change—where I took it first, the man did not like the appearance of it—I brought it back, and the prisoner gave me a shilling out of his pocket to pay for some gin—he said, "You must get me change; I want to pay Mrs. Catlin 16s."—I took the note to Mr. Browning, a baker, he gave me five sovereigns for it—I asked him for change for one of the sovereigns—he gave me 1l. worth of silver and four sovereigns—I brought it to the prisoner—he never stopped to count it, but put it into his pocket—he said he would call in half an hour or an hour, he wanted to go to Mr. Truffen to see what his father owed there—he did not return.

GEORGE BROWNING . I live in Charles-street, St. George's in the East, and, am a baker. On 20th Nov. the last witness brought me this note (looking at it), and knowing her, I gave her change for it—I wrote her name, "Mrs. Brown," on it, which is on it now—I paid it into my bankers on 27th Nov., and received it back on the 29th, marked "Forged."

ANN ANDREWS . I am the wife of William Andrews; he is a carpenter, and lives at No. 29, New-street, Blackfriars-road. On Christmas day the prisoner called on me, about ten minutes past 5 o'clock in the evening—I went to the door to him—he asked if he could see my husband—I told him he was asleep, he could not see him—he said he wished very much to see my husband, his father owed him a few shillings, and he wished to pay him, as his father wished him to do so—he said his father was wounded, and was in the hospital at Scutari—he seemed to be in great trouble about his father's injury—he said he should like to come in and wait till my husband awoke—I asked him to come in, and he laid his head on the the table, and cried very loud, apparently, and took his handkerchief out of his pocket—he asked if I would take anything to drink—I said, "No, I do not want anything"—he said he felt very ill, and would I oblige him by getting something for him—he said he had come home in the Queen of the South, from the Crimes, and he had only been at home two days—he had a note in his hand, and said, "Thank God, I am not short of money; my father has given me three of these to bring home with me"—he said his father was very much wounded, and he still wished to have something to drink, and to have the note changed—he asked me to get him some beer, and get the note changed—I said, "Have you not halfpence enough to pay for it?"—he said, "No," he bad only 1 1/2 d.—I took the note to Mr. Boag, who keeps the Crown public house—I laid it on the counter, and Mrs. Boag took it, and went into her parlour, and came back with change—she gave me the full change, all but 5d. for the beer—she had asked me to write my name on the note, which I did—this is it, here is "Ann Andrews, 29, New-street" on it—I took the beer and the change to my house, the prisoner took the change and put it into his pocket—I told him to take care of his money, fearing he might lose it—he told me he was stopping at his stepmother's, and I told him he had better take it there for her to take care of it for him—he drank some of the beer, and went away, and said he would call on the following day—he did not do so.

SARAH BOAG . My husband keeps the Crown public house in the New Cut. On Christmas day the last witness brought this 5l. note to me—I saw her write her name on it—I passed it away on the following day.

FANNY HIGGS . I am the daughter of Mrs. Repath, the prisoner's step mother.—On Saturday, 29th Dec., the prisoner came to her house about 5 o'clock in the evening—he said he had come from Plymouth—he had

been in the army before he called on us—the first time I saw him he was in regimentals—he had been in the Rifle Brigade—on that afternoon we had him in, and had a general conversation—after that he said he would call the next day about the same time, but he did not.

Q. Did he on that evening ask your mother, Mrs. Repath, whether she would have anything to drink? A. Yes, and she refused it—after that he asked my little brother whether he would go and get some gin for him, and he gave my brother what appeared to be a 10l. note—this is the note; here is my handwriting upon it—"Fanny Higgs, 13, China-walk, Lambeth"—the prisoner said his uncle Robert at Plymouth had behaved very handsomely to him—in a few minutes, I took the note and went to get the gin for the prisoner—I gave the 10l. note, and received the change from Mr. Messenger at the Cock and Bottle in China-walk, and at Mr. Messenger's request I wrote my name and address on the back of the note I received from the prisoner—I went home with the gin, and gave the change to the prisoner—he counted it, and asked why I had been so long, if I had had a trouble to get the change—there was a mistake in the change at first, Mr. Messenger had given me a shilling too much, and it was counted again—I told the prisoner what trouble I had had—when I got back with the gin and the change, there was a young man with the prisoner inside, and there was another man outside the door likewise waiting for the prisoner—I went to call the man in, and the prisoner stepped before me and called him in—my mother asked him to sit down, but he refused—he said to the prisoner's friend, "You know where I have got to be at 7 o'clock"—the three men all left the house together in about three minutes afterwards—just as the prisoner was leaving, he said he would come about the same time the next day, but he did not—I did not see him afterwards till he was in custody at the police court—on the following Monday the note was returned marked "Forged."

Prisoner. Q. You say that I gave your brother the 10l. note? A. Yes—I did not take it from him—you put it into your pocket again—you afterwards gave it to me, and said you would not trust him with it.

JAMES M'NTOSH . I am inspector of the M division of police. On 22nd Jan., in consequence of information, I went to Chatham barracks—I inquired for John White—I was conducted to the adjutant's room, and the prisoner was brought in—I said to him, "I am a police officer, from London; I come for you, for passing a forged 5l. note to Jane Beale, also one to Mrs. Andrews, and a 10l., note to Fanny Higgs"—he said, "I am not the man," and in a minute afterwards he said, "You have made a pretty mistake this time"—I said, "No, no mistake; from the description I have got of you, you are the man; I will take you to London upon that charge"—I and the prisoner were then taken to the commanding officer's room—I explained my business to the commanding officer—he said to the prisoner, "You hear what he says"—the prisoner said, "Yes; I am the man"—the prisoner war then given over to me, and I took him to Rochester—we had to wait nearly two hours for a train—we went into a public house, and, while sitting there, the prisoner said, "Well, I have got myself into a pretty mess through other people; I hope you will take the man that gave me the notes"—he gave me a name and address, which turned out to be false, the name of John or George Smith, No. 7, Wade-street, Poplar—he said Smith told him he had stolen the notes from bis father, and he gave them to him to pass, and he was to have 5s. for passing the 5l. notes, and 10s. for passing the 10l. notes—I took the prisoner to London, and I went to No. 7, Wade-street,

Poplar—I could find no Smith; no one of that name—there are two lodgers there, but no one has changed for twenty-one months—I found on the prisoner one sovereign—while he was in the adjutant's room, I produced a Gazette, relating to a deserter from the Rifle Brigade, who deserted at Portsmouth, on 10th Nov., 1855—I read it to the prisoner—he did not say anything then, but when we got to the commanding officer's room T requested the prisoner to get his uniform off; I would sooner take him hi private clothes—the quarter-master said there were some clothes of his—the prisoner said, "I don't want them; I only had them to desert in; I had them when I deserted from the Rifle Brigade."

JOSEPH BUMSTED . I am inspector of notes at the Bank of England. These notes are all forged in every respect, in paper and print—the engraving is good, but the paper is very bad—these 5l. notes are all from the same plate.

JURY. Q. Is there anything to distinguish between these and good notes? A. Nothing that can be discovered by the naked eye.

JOHN ROWLAND GIBBS . I am surgeon of Newgate. I examined the prisoner yesterday—I found no wound on his thigh, or anywhere, nor the trace of any wound.

Prisoner's Defence. About a month before Christmas I was passing Limehouse Church; I met a young man who worked with my father, two years ago, in the East India Docks; he asked me to have something to drink, and I went and had some gin; he told me he had robbed his father of 30l. in notes, and he asked me to change a 5l. note for him, which I did; I took it to John-street, and got change, and he gave me 5s., and some more gin; he asked me where he could find me; I told him, at the George public house; he came to me, gave me another 5l. note, and gave me 5s. for getting it changed.

GUILTY . Aged 19.— Eight Years Penal Servitude.

Before Mr. Justice Wightman.


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