Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
A young fellow, whose name was Booth, was now charged with beating the
watchman in the execution of his office and breaking his lanthorn. This
was deposed by two witnesses; and the shattered remains of a broken
lanthorn, which had been long preserved for the sake of its testimony,
were produced to corroborate the evidence. The justice, perceiving
the criminal to be but shabbily drest, was going to commit him without
asking any further questions. At length, however, at the earnest request
of the accused, the worthy magistrate submitted to hear his defence.
The young man then alledged, as was in reality the case, “That as he was
walking home to his lodging he saw two men in the street cruelly beating
a third, upon which he had stopt and endeavoured to assist the person
who was so unequally attacked; that the watch came up during the affray,
and took them all four into custody; that they were immediately carried
to the round-house, where the two original assailants, who appeared
to be men of fortune, found means to make up the matter, and were
discharged by the constable, a favour which he himself, having no money
in his pocket, was unable to obtain. He utterly denied having assaulted
any of the watchmen, and solemnly declared that he was offered his
liberty at the price of half a crown.”
Though the bare word of an offender can never be taken against the oath
of his accuser, yet the matter of this defence was so pertinent,
and delivered with such an air of truth and sincerity, that, had
the magistrate been endued with much sagacity, or had he been very
moderately gifted with another quality very necessary to all who are
to administer justice, he would have employed some labour in
cross-examining the watchmen; at least he would have given the defendant
the time he desired to send for the other persons who were present at
the affray; neither of which he did. In short, the magistrate had too
great an honour for truth to suspect that she ever appeared in sordid
apparel; nor did he ever sully his sublime notions of that virtue by
uniting them with the mean ideas of poverty and distress.
There remained now only one prisoner, and that was the poor man himself
in whose defence the last-mentioned culprit was engaged. His trial
took but a very short time. A cause of battery and broken lanthorn was
instituted against him, and proved in the same manner; nor would
the justice hear one word in defence; but, though his patience was
exhausted, his breath was not; for against this last wretch he poured
forth a great many volleys of menaces and abuse.
The delinquents were then all dispatched to prison under a guard of
watchmen, and the justice and the constable adjourned to a neighbouring
alehouse to take their morning repast.
Chapter iii.
_Containing the inside of a prison._
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