JOHN ANDREWS, HENRIETTA ANDREWS.
5th July 1847
Reference Numbert18470705-1567
VerdictGuilty > unknown; Not Guilty > unknown
SentenceImprisonment; Miscellaneous > sureties

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1567. JOHN ANDREWS and HENRIETTA ANDREWS were indicted for unlawfully making divers assaults upon Lucy Andrews.

MESSRS. RYLAND and LAURIE conducted the Prosecution.

LUCK ANDREWS. I am nine years old—I live with the prisoners, who are my father and mother, at No. 5, Well-street, Cripplegate—on Monday, the 14th of June, I was outside the door—my father laid hold of me by the shoulder—I came into the room, and he gave me a slap on the side of the head with his closed hand—on Tuesday, the next day, he beat me about my body and about my eyes with his closed hand—my mother was present and saw it—my father hit me on the shoulder, and he tied my hands behind my back with a strap, from a quarter after five o'clock till about eight—my mother was present then—I was not kicked by anybody—on the Wednesday my father beat me—he hit me in the side, nowhere else—my mother was present then—I did not hear her say anything to him about beating me—I was beaten a good many times in the month of June, not quite every day—there is a dark cupboard in the room—I was once shut in that, by my mother for about ten minutes—they gave me enough to eat—I was sometimes kept

without food—I used to be kept without my breakfast—I have been kept without food a whole day—that is a good while ago—I was kept without food from Friday night till Saturday at tea-time—sometimes food was given me by the neighbours—I was very much when hurt when I was beaten in that way—I screamed out—I have been pulled by the hair of my head by my father—he did not do that often—he did it once—that was on the Monday when I was outside the room—he pulled me into the room by my hair, and then beat me when I got into the room.

Cross-examined by MR. HORRY. Q. Where have you been staying since you left your father? A. I was at the workhouse for a week—I went to the hospital—there is a person here who has been with me this morning—I was with her on Friday, outside the Justice-room—she was talking to me about this case for about an hour, talking all about my father and mother—I told her what I was to say, and she told me what I was to say—she did not tell me to say my father kicked me—she told me to speak the truth—to say my father ill-used me—she told me I must tell that he pulled me in by the hair of my head, and to say he struck me with his fist several times—she said I was to tell the Judge I was kept without food, and I said I would—she has been telling me the same things this morning—I was kept without food from Friday till Saturday evening—I had not taken some fat pork, and made myself ill—I took some fat out of the plate—I was very ill on Saturday, and my mother gave me some medicine, that was the only time I was kept without food—she gave me some bread and butter, and tea in the afternoon—she was very attentive to me after she had given me the medicine—my father has complained of me for stealing the sugar, and two or three other little things—I was not doing anything when he came out and took me into the room—I was not out of doors, I was in the passage—Miss Sims was not there—she lodges up stairs—I have seen her two or three times a day—I have seen her when she has come home, and in a morning—she has taken me into her room, and given me bread and butter—she has not given me cakes, or anything of that sort—I did not fall down stairs—I fell against the bedstead on the Tuesday—I was very much hurt with the fall—I struck the front of my face against the corner of the bedstead—my father slapped me with his open hand once on the Monday, and once on the Tuesday—he had not complained that I had been taking any of his halfpence—they have been obliged to lock up the meat, the bread, the butter, and so on, to keep me from taking them—my father has been very angry with me for taking them—I recollect my mother expecting Mr. Lucas, my father's landlord, to come—there was a knock came to the door, and I was put into the cupboard—I was not clean at that time—I was rather dirty—my mother told me to go into the cupboard, and not let Mr. Lucas see me so dirty—my mother has not gone out lately to work—she did last year—she took me with her every day—she worked at shirt work—I came back at night with her—she always kept me very clean—she was very particular about my dress, and my face and hands.

MR. RYLAND. Q. You have been talking about Miss Sims, do you mean Miss Simons? A. Yes—she is the lady I was with this morning—the day Mr. Lucas was coming, I was put into the cupboard—I had some bruises about my face, and my mother told me to go into the cupboard that Mr. Lucas might not see me—when I hurt myself against the bedstead, I was running away from my father—he was hitting me, and I ran against the bedstead—I used to take bread and butter without my mother's leave when I was hungry.

ANN SIMONS. I am single. I occupy rooms in the same house with the prisoners—I know this little girl, Lucy Andrews—I have not been advising her what to tell here to-day—I advised her to tell the truth—I did not require her to tell what had passed between her parents and her—I knew it from my own observation—during the month of June she was beaten by one or other of her parents every day—I have seen it, and heard her screams—towards the middle of June her person was very much bruised, and she sometimes had black eyes—I have very seldom talked to her—I have done so, at the first of her coming, because she used to fetch my mother's errands, when she was ill in bed—in consequence of what the child has said, I have given her food out of the window—I did not know which way to give it her—she ate it very eagerly—the policeman came and removed her on a Wednesday—I had not seen her since the Sunday morning—she was not bruised that I saw then—I had heard her cry between the Sunday and the Wednesday, before seven in the morning—she looks now as if she had six pounds more flesh on her bones than she had then—there is a very great improvement in her.

Cross-examined. Q. If the child says you have been telling her what to say she says what is not true? A.. It is not true—I have had no conversation with her about the case at all, only to tell the truth—I have not told her the details of the truth—I have not mentioned a word that she was to say about her father slapping her—I have seen her beaten occasionally up the stairs and down the stairs, and I have seen her father beat her at seven o'clock in the morning in his shirt—I live up stair—I have had no quarrel with Henrietta Andrews—I only advised her not to beat her child, in consequence of which she abused me.

COURT. Q. Did you ever see her beat her? A. Yes—I never saw them both beat her together—I have known her mother to be in the room when her father has beaten her—I have heard them both to be in the room—I have heard the child scream violently.

MR. HORRY. Q. Has not Mrs. Andrews complained to the landlord about you, that after she had cleaned her landing you would persist in beating your carpets and mats over it? A. I never did it—I know the landlord told me, when I went to pay my rent, that Mrs. Andrews made complaints of me for interfering with her correcting her child.

MR. RYLAND. You advised her not to beat her child? A. Yes—I have done so many times—I told her I would complain to the landlord about it—she was angry because I interfered with her beating her child.

SARAH JOHNSON. I am married, and live at No. 18, Well-street, directly opposite the prisoners—it is a narrow street—I can, from my window, see on their landing-place. On Monday evening, the 14th of June, I was standing at my window, and the window of their room being open, I saw the child standing crying on the landing-place—I saw her father pull her into the room and beat her with his fist—his wife was in the room—she saw us looking, and she shut the window, and pulled the blind down—the father was beating the child with his fist about the head—I have lived about three months where I do.

JANE WHITE. I and my husband live in the same house with the prisoners—I know this little girl. On Tuesday, the 15th of May, I heard her screaming—she and her parents were in the room—I saw the father and mother, and heard the child scream—I went from my door and rapped at their door—I asked them not to beat the child again—the woman was very civil, and said the father was not beating her—the father said he was correcting

her—I said, "Pray do not beat her any more"—on other occasions I have seen the child, and taken notice of her appearance—she is a poor little creature—I had seen a bruise once before on her face—her mother told me she had fallen on the pavement—on the next morning after I heard her cry her eyes were both blackened—(I have two noisy children myself)—her father beat her so on the Tuesday, that on the Wednesday I went for the policeman—I saw the child on the Wednesday, but not undressed—her eyes were black, and her hands were swollen, and there were bruises on her left shoulder—I scarcely know in what state of dress and cleanliness she was—I went for a policeman, because I thought it right she should be removed—her appearance to-day is much better.

MARIA PINOVER. I am married, and have two children. I live in the parlour and the top part of the house in which the prisoners reside—they occupy the second floor—I know this child—I have heard her scream—it was for thieving, as her father and mother said—I have heard the mother say, "Do it," when the father has been doing something to the child, but I do not know what he has been doing—I have heard the child say, "Oh father, do not beat me! pray do not beat me, my side hurt me!"—I saw her afterwards down in the kitchen—she said to me, "Oh Mrs. Pinover! my father has been kicking me"—I did not look to see if she had any bruises—I saw she had a black eye—she told me her mother gave it her—I have heard her cry and groan in the room—she did not appear well fed—I have fed her myself—she told me she was starved—she flew round my neck, and asked me for bread and butter, and when I gave it her she has run into the cupboard and eaten it as fast as ever she could—that was when her mother was tipsy—I recollect her being thrown down stairs by the mother—that is nearly four months ago.

JOHN LEWIS (City police-constable, No. 59.) In consequence of information I went to the defendant's house—I found the mother at home—I asked to see the child—she went and unlocked the cupboard door, and said, "Lucy, come out"—the child came out—it was a dark corner cupboard in the father end of the room from the window—it was used to put coals in—there was not room for the child to lie down in it, she could just stand in it—she was very dirty and filthy, all over bruises and very thin—I asked to see the father—the mother fetched him, and he came—I asked him how it was the child was in that bruised state—he said he could not help it, he could not restrain his temper, she was a very wicked child, she was such a thief—I said, "What does she thieve?"—he said, "She drinks the milk"—I said "You must expect the child to drink it she is thirsty"—I said I should feel it my duty to take him into custody, and I did so—I took the child to the surgeon, and then to the workhouse—I have seen the child to-day—she is quite altered for the better—she is the same child, but any one would scarcely know her.

GEORGE BORLASE CHILD. I am a Member of the College of Surgeons, and surgeon to the Police force—this child was brought to me by Lewis—I stripped and examined her—there were bruises in various parts of her body, about the face, about the trunk, and about the legs—she was very much bruised all over, very much emaciated and reduced in frame, so much so that every born could be traced in the body—I could not trace any disease in the body—my opinion was that it was from want of proper sustenance—I gave the child something to eat and drink—I thought that was the best medicine I could give—she was taken to the hospital—I have seen her to-day, she is much stouter and better than she was.

Cross-examined. Q. You say the child was very much emaciated? A. Yes; if a child were to have plenty to eat and drink, and then to take other things, I should say good living would overcome it—far pork would not make a person thin—there is a great deal of nourishment in pork—if a child took what was improper, it would make it ill temporarily, but would not emaciate it—if a child had enough given to it, and then took what was improper, and was then put in a hospital and had nothing but what was fit for it, it would get better.

MR. RYLAND. Q. Did the child appear half starved? A. It did—eating and drinking would not produce the bruises.

JAMES DAVEY RENDLE. I am house-surgeon at St. Bartholomew's Hospital—this child was brought there on the 18th of June, on account of various bruises in different parts of the body—she was very thin, but had no disease that I could find—she has got better on good diet.

(John Andrews received a good character.)

JOHN ANDREWS— GUILTY. Aged 31.— Confined Six Months, and to find securities to keep the peace for One Year.

HENRIETTA ANDREWS— NOT GUILTY.


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