HIGH BAILIFF.—This here case is, as I may say, rather more muddier than I could wish.

DEPUTY GROJAN.—Ce n’est pas clair—I tink, Sir, with you.

CURATE.—“Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee, O Lord!”

Mr. FOX.—Having thus recapitulated all the points of so contradictory an evidence, I leave you, Mr. High Bailiff, to decide upon its merits.

CURATE.—“He leadeth Counsellors away spoiled, and maketh Judges fools.”

HIGH BAILIFF.—I don’t care three brass pins points about that there—though the poor feller did live in a shed; yet as he says he once boiled a sheep’s head under his own roof, which I calls his casthillum—argyle, I declares him a good wote!

CLERK.—“Oh Lord! incline our hearts to keep this law.”

BAR-KEEPER.—Make way for the parish-officers, and the other gemmen of the Westry.

CURATE.—“I said my house should be called a house of prayer, but ye have made it a den of thieves!”

Mr. ELCOCK.—Mr. High Bailey! Sir, them there Foxites people are sniggering and tittering on the other side of the table; and from what I can guess I am sure it can be at nobody but you or me.

CURATE.—“Surely I am more brutish than any man, and have not the understanding of a man!”

Sir CECIL WRAY.—I am sure this same SCRUTINY proves sufficiently burthensome to me.

CURATE.—“Saddle me an ass, and they saddled him.”

HIGH BAILIFF.—Mr. HARGRAVE here, my counsel, says—it is my opinion that this wote is legally substantiated according to law.

CURATE.—“So MORDECAI did, according to all that JEHOSAPHAT commanded him!”

Mr. PHILLIPS.—And now, friend MORGAN, having gone through my list of thirty votes, and struck off twenty-six bad, from that number, I will leave you to make your own comment thereon.

CURATE.—“And lo! when they arose in the morning, they were all dead corpses!”

HIGH BAILIFF.—But for God’s sake, good Sir, in that case, what will the people justly say of me?

CURATE.—“Let a gallows be erected fifty cubits high, and to-morrow speak unto the King, that MORDECAI may be hanged thereon!”