On Friday last Robert Packwood was committed to our County Goal, by A Isted, Esq., charged with breaking into the Dwelling-House of William Sanders, of Rushden, Glover, and stealing thereout two pairs of Gloves, 1s. 6d. in silver, and 4d. in Halfpence.

FOWL STEALING—One night last week, the hen-roost of Mr. C. Smart, at a lodge between Rushden and Newton, was broken into and about 50 fowls stolen, and as yet no clue has been obtained to the thieves. Not many nights before, the hen-roost of Mr. Goosey, of Irchester Lodge, was broken into and a great many fowls stolen, and not satisfied with that the thieves went in the middle of the day and stole a number of ducks whilst Mr. Goosey was from home.

ATTEMPTED BURGLARY—On Sunday night an unsuccessful attempt was made to break into the house of Mr. T. Burton, grocer, Rushden. After scaling a wall enclosing a small garden at the rear of the house, the woodwork of one of the back windows was cut away to get at the fastening. The window having thus been opened, iron bars confronted the would-be intruder, and although there were evident traces of an attempt to squeeze through them, they accomplished their intended purpose, and fortunately barred all ingress.

BURGLARY—The grocery premises belonging to Mr. G. Denton, and occupied by Mr. H. Warren, were burglariously entered on the night of Friday, the 23rd inst. A small piece of glass was dexterously cut out of a back window to get at its fastening, and a glass panel was cut out of the door in order to gain an entrance from the sitting room to the shop. Money was undoubtedly the object sought for, but fortunately without much result, only a limited quantity of coppers being accessible. A gold-looking watch was stolen, but it was of little intrinsic value. There is no clue to the robbery, its worst feature being the skill manifest in effecting it.

A GUN STORY—A correspondent writes:—There is a story going the round of the village too unique to be lost. An individual, who shall be nameless, but who belongs to that numerous class who would be the most industrious men on the face of the earth if carrying a gun was called work, went recently, with a companion, to a spinney not a hundred miles from Knuston, intending to secure some of the pheasants there preserved. Whether the license of the State or the leave of the owner had been obtained may be a little open to question, such license or leave as a general rule in such cases being dispensed with. Arriving at the spinney, our hero found his discretion exceeding his valour, but obligingly handed the gun to his companion. Nothing, however, had been secured in the way of sport, when the companion was confronted by two keepers, and, dropping the gun, secured his personal safety by flight. Now comes the joke. The two keepers are said to have been extemporised for the occasion, and the proceeds of the gun would appear to have provided a jollification for some of our hero's boon companions. Anyhow, the gun was gone, and feeling—

our hero could not long content himself without a gun. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, he has "great expectations," and being enabled to turn some of those expectations into cash, he relieved his loneliness by purchasing a new and somewhat expensive gun. He had scarcely had it long enough for its "baptism of fire," although no doubt it had been well "wetted," when, on Christmas night, the house containing it (while its owner was or ought to have been at church) was broken into and the gun stolen. Our hero's frantic state can be better imagined than described.