8th April 1889
Reference Numbert18890408-379
VerdictGuilty > unknown
SentenceImprisonment > hard labour

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379. HENRY BARNES (19) , Feloniously setting fire to Shoreditch Workhouse with intent to injure.

MR. HOUSTON Prosecuted. CHARLES NORTH. I am the porter at Shoreditch Workhouse—on 8th

March I was called to the prisoner in the receiving ward, and found a heap of charred paper there—I reported it to the master, and then asked the prisoner if he did it—he said, "I don't know, but I intend burning the place down"—the master gave him in custody—the door was slightly charred and the flooring—if the door had caught fire there is not the slightest doubt that some lives would have been lost.

MR. LARKMAN. I am the master of Shoreditch Workhouse—on 8th March North called my attention to the prisoner, and I found a quantity of charred paper covering the floor for about a yard square—I raked among the rubbish, and found portions of the Echo—the prisoner had an Echo the night before; I asked him for it, he said he had not got it—the door was smoked—the prisoner was put there on account of his indecent behaviour for a punishment, with five other men—they were fresh admissions the night before—I had left the ward to get a policeman, and during my absence he made a communication to North—the charred paper was packed under the door from the men's ward to the women's ward—the floor was wood, but it was stone on the men's side; he packed the paper underneath, and the draught blew the flame to the wood—this must have been done in the night or early morning—other inmates were there, but they do not give information against one another—the paper was kept in the ward for domestic purposes.

RICHARD WALTER (Policeman G 11). I was called, and took the prisoner—he said, "I don't know what made me do it"; and when the charge was made he said, "No one saw me do it; it was done in the night, when they were all asleep"—he used bad language.

Prisoner's Defence. I have fits, and do not know what I am about half my time. I tore my clothes up. My father was slowly murdered at Shoreditch Workhouse. I don't want to live, I have got nothing to live for. I have been altered since I have been here. I did not do it with the intention to burn the place down; I was in a bad state of mind at the time.

GUILTY Twelve Months' Hard Labour.

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