12th September 1881
Reference Numbert18810912-772
VerdictNot Guilty > unknown

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772. MARGARET COAKLEY, Feloniously casting and throwing on Lydia Parker a certain corrosive, fluid, with intent to disfigure and do her grievous bodily harm.

MR. CARTER Prosecuted; MR. PURCELL Defended.

LYDIA PARKER . I am the wife of George Parker, a cooper, and live at Leytonstone—in April last we were living at Havelock Place, Bethnal Green—I first saw the prisoner on Christmas Day—on the 20th April she came to my house at 9 o'clock at night, knocked at the door, and asked

to see my husband—he came, and she said that I had been with her husband all the afternoon—my husband said he did not believe it, and told her to go away—she stayed in the street outside the house about half an hour—in consequence of what my husband said, I and he went together to her husband's house at Hounslet Street, Bonners Lane—I knocked at the door, my husband standing by at the time—when she opened the door I asked to see her husband—she said I should not see him—she stayed in the passage a minute or two—I said I would not go till I had seen him—she ran down to the kitchen through a door facing me, and came back again with a white pot in her hand, and threw the 'contents over me, keeping the pot in her hand—it fell on my hands and clothes—it was like hot water—it burnt my clothes—this (produced) is the jacket and dress I was wearing at the time, and these are the marks on nay hands—they were all in blisters when I was before the Magistrate—Harriet How was present, and saw the stuff thrown.

Cross-examined. I went to a doctor—he is not here, but I have a certificate—I took out a summons against the prisoner two days alter—the first morning I was too late—I waited for a policeman that night for half an hour—the prisoner's husband i" a policeman—I wore a black jacket and a brown skirt that night and a black hat—the clothes produced have been in my possession ever since; they were shown to the doctor—I know Mary Shepherd: she lives next door—I did not tell her that it was hot water that was thrown on me, nor did my husband say he got the most of it—I have not spoken to her at all about it—before this was thrown over me the prisoner threw a piece of coal and a piece of wood at me; I have it here—I did not knock in the panels of her doer—the jacket has gone more into holes since by being folded up and put away; it was more like spots when it was done.

HARRIET HOW . I am the wife of James How, a silk weaver at Bethnal Green—on 20th April I accompanied the prosecutrix to the prisoner's house—I stood in the road a distance off—I saw the prisoner come up the passage with a white pot, and throw something over Mrs. Parker, who called out "Oh, she is throwing water over me;" a few minutes after she said it was boiling water—her clothes were all wet; before that they were dry and free from holes—she showed me her hands; they were rather red, and next morning I saw they were all in blisters.

Cross-examined. I am her aunt—there were a lot of people round, I dare say 20, trying to see what was going on—they knocked at the door twice—I did not see the panels go in; this was 9 at night, it was dark—I saw a piece of wood thrown at Mrs. Parker; that was after the stuff was thrown—the prisoner's husband came out after the row was over; he came down in uniform and went out—he asked what was amiss—nothing was said to him about the stuff being thrown—Mrs. Parker had on a black jacket and a brown dress; it was not a black jacket trimmed with fur—she showed me the clothes next morning—they were taken to Worship Street when we went for the summons.

MRS. BRANDON. I was sitting in my kitchen next door, and hearing a row, I went up and saw Mrs. Parker all wet and wiping her hands—she said the prisoner had thrown boiling water over her.

Witness for the Defence.

MARY SHEPHERD . I am the wife of John Shepherd, an army pensioner,

and live at 16, Havelock Place—I saw Mrs. Parker on this night as she came from Mrs. Coakley's—she had on a long black jacket with grey fur; it was not the one produced—I have known her two or three years, and lived next door, and I never saw her in this jacket—I went and saw her some days after, and I told her the prisoner said she had thrown some boiling water over her; and her husband said he got the most of it—she did not contradict me, she did not tell me that her clothes were burnt—she said "I have not got the policeman, but I have got his staff," and she waved a stick like this as she passed me.

Cross-examined. I could not swear that this jacket is not hers, but I never saw it before—I did not see what occurred.


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