mercy of the complainant, and the everlasting obligation Paul was under to him for its display, now repeated, with double solemnity, those queries respecting the habitation and name of Long Ned, which our hero had before declined to answer.
Grieved are we to confess, that Paul, ungrateful for, and wholly untouched by, the beautiful benignity of Lawyer Brandon, continued firm in his stubborn denial to betray his comrade, and with equal obduracy he continued to insist upon his own innocence and unblemished respectability of character.
"Your name, young man?" quoth the Justice. "Your name, you say, is Paul,—Paul what? you have many an alias, I'll be bound."
Here the young gentleman again hesitated: at length he replied—
"Paul Lobkins, your Worship."
"Lobkins!" repeated the Judge—"Lobkins! come hither, Saunders—have not we that name down in our black books?"
"So please your Worship," quoth a little stout man, very useful in many respects to the Festus of the Police, "there is one Peggy Lobkins,
