A Furious Assault.— On Wednesday last, Tho. Morgan, late master of his Majesty’s ship Tyrian, was brought up to the Town-hall, Portsmouth, on a charge of having stabbed Mr. Charles Stewart, taylor of Cosham. It appeared in evidence, that as Mr. Morgan and a lady were returning from Petersfield, they stopped at the Bricklayer’s Arms, Cosham, when Mr. Stewart asked Morgan to permit him to blow a horn, which was pending at the latter’s side; upon which Mr. Morgan exclaimed—“You damned rascal, how could you think of asking a gentleman of my cloth such a question?” Stewart begged pardon, and said he meant no harm; Morgan continued—“You are a damned impertinent fellow—if you do not take care, I will send you on board the Royal Billy, before to-morrow night.” Stewart replied, he was not afraid of that. Morgan then went into the public house, and a short time after, apparently in a vehement rage, came out, and, jumping into the gig, he took up one of the cushions, and threw it down with violence; he then took up the other and from under it, a dirk, which he instantly drew, exclaiming—“Now you damned rascal!” and immediately ran towards Stewart (who had been standing quietly near the horses), who, perceiving he was pursued by Morgan, ran up and down the street, until he fell down upon his hands and knees, when Morgan came up with him, and, with his extended arm, apparently with all the force he was master of, gave Stewart a violent stab with the dirk on the right side of his back, exclaiming at the same time “you d—d rascal.”—Stewart gave a loud scream, and with a violent effort recovered his legs, and ran towards his own home, Morgan again following him, with his drawn dagger. Stewart, however, ran into the Blue Anchor to avoid Morgan, who was only a few yards behind him. Morgan, did not follow him into the house, repaired to the Bricklayer’s-arms, where he was immediately taken into custody. Mr. Stewart is not out of danger.