meant he should go along with them." No sooner was he up to their message, than a shrill whistle raised the attention of his companions in the skittle ground: they were down as a nail in five seconds, and the whole party of thirty or forty interfered to prevent the consequences; and although "the man was got away," yet the officers—now three in number, were dreadfully misused, one of them almost massacreed, and all of them were "spoiled for plum pudding eating" during the holidays which followed, and which they gave to their stomachs—appetite having taken "leave of absence."
The first mentioned was the lot attached to Jack Pettit, whose girl and two companions had the lag for fourteen; the latter case hath yet to undergo investigation, before that awful court whose painful task is to pronounce the harshest sentences of the law.—We therefore forbear to say more at present, for obvious reasons.
"The proof of the pudding is in the eating," says an old saw, (and old saws are good sometimes). We are this moment informed of the attack and defence of a [lone] house by three women against as many men, at the least, which story goes to establish what is said a few pages higher up of the security to be reposed in,
