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x _. you say,” observed the Commissary, “ why , cn 158 | , “ Because he was a friend of mine to | whom I had lent my Sunday coat,” was the reply ; “and as I met him in the street, I recollected that there was some important papers in the pocket. He was walking with a young girl, and so I did not like: to disturb him; and as it was my own coat, I thought tinere “was no harm in feeling ' in its pockets.” “Tf you be so good ands saat ous: as do you not send for your friend or friends te give you a character ?” There’s no use in it,” answered the boy. “J have told these police-agents a dozen times where to go; but they will not do anything without a bribe.” | The town-sergeant then stated that the prisoner had given them half-a-dozen wrong directions, and that no inquiry had: bedn made eiger him at the Prefecture of Police. At the same moment, another police-agent stepped forward, and qnctar ed that h Many the prisoner to be a common pick-pocket. “Make room there!” cried the boy ; “and let me have a good look at that man. Now my worthy gentleman, take care of what | z you say. Are you sure that it is I whom you mean ?” “No doubt of it,” returned the police-man, who had last spoken: “I myself conducted ou to Bicetre, six months ago.” “You have got some shocking bad people about you, Monsieur,” said the boyy. .“h ever I saw this individual before, I hope L may never go to heaven, that’s all. ‘ “Why, all the police know you,” said the Commissary; “and if you go on in this way much longer, you will be sent to the galleys.” “ Well,” retorted the prisoner, “they may poke me eet in this world, but I am very certain that some one will joke them about mm another. They have all come forward to give evidence against me, and not one of them has told a word of truth.” “You must be sent before the ef Correctional Police,” gary : that you are a very bad boy. r “Please you, Monsieur,” cried the boy, Chambers _ “where do you hope to go when you have past the doctor? I’m sure there is not room in heaven for such as you.” “T am sorry to send so religious a young man to prison,” said the magistrate; “but there is no help for it. Clerk, draw up the proces-verbal,” sald the Commis-; “tT have heard enough to convince me. PICKWICK aaa The deeitiadet having’ been prepared, ana the urchin having said his say, the next case was called, while the promising pouch was led off to gaol. | One Mr. Benjamin Juddery, an English lace-weaver, was charged by his wife, a smart little woman, with having put her in great fear of her life. ‘Tt appears that Mr. Benjamin Juddery had not always professed. the business of lace-weaving; but that a few years previously, when he followed the highly genteel and profitable calling of dogs’-meat man, in the English metr opolis, he had seduced the plaintiff into matrimony, by means of the following elegant epistle, the substance of which was communicated to the magistrate by the assistance of the. English interpreter: Mm Febiverry 14. “Dear Miss, “Sure you and I has nowed one another now ever since the day as poor Lipey was hung; an’ its oney jest am’ right as I shed awail myself of this ear day (being Walen- tine’s day) to sure you—i got a new barrer the dog’as I ad I swopt for von a good ele biggerer—an’ they tells me as how the rai rodes makes mete more cheaperer, my thorts is alvays on u, an’ 1 often ses ven [ma torken to Bill Smiff at the Bell. * Bill ‘ses I, ‘if that ere voman ud oney make me a, ‘appy man, I'd leave off backer for a munff.’—‘ Oh ! , ses he, ‘I thinks a chap o’ your billerties would be a chuckin’ his-self avay.— Not a bit on it, ses I, ‘she’s got a ed like a almernack an noes more than you thinks on, she could put you up to sucmut she could’—‘ Never you mind, ses he, ‘if SO be as you mar ries hur, why you chucks yerself ayay ; an’ so I means to chuck my- self slap i into yer harms, an’ 1 wenters to: think as how you can’t go for to wish to be up to chuckin’ one avay agin.. an’ it aint no matter to nobody vhere I chucks m ys self, my dogs is rum uns to draw an’ out an’ out yons to bark. so kum to cherch, an’ now no more from “ Your lovin’ lovyer.till death, “ BENJAMIN JURDERY," \ This pathetic epistle succeeded i in securing the hand and heart of the young lady, and she shortly changed the harmonious appel- lation of Tippingworth for the euphoninus cognonten of Juddery. She, however, led a miserable life; and the dogs’ -meat busines gs failing, she mid her husband left Lond () COMIC OOO SS) (EO