‘“_Rogues! Rogues all!_” said the Constable; “_ay, worse than all, they are mear Infidels, Heathens, for I never heard such names before in a Christian Country. Come, Neighbours, bring ’em away before Mr. Justice, his Worship will soon make them change their Notes._” ‘Accordingly the Rusticks haled them along the Town to his Worship’s House, into which they were no sooner enter’d but he began to revile _Jacob_ and his Brethren for Highwaymen, and asking them their Names, they still were in the same Tone of _Sice-Ace_, _Cinque-Duce_, and _Quater-Tray_, at which the Justice, lifting up his Hands and Eyes to the Ceiling, cry’d out, _Such audacious Rogues as these were never seen before_. ‘“_Here, Tom,_” (quoth his Worship to his Clerk), “_write their_ Mittimus, _for I will send them everyone to_ Newgate.” ‘Whilst their Commitment was writing, _Jacob_ pulls a Bit of Parchment out of his Pocket, and, asking the Constable if he could read it, he put on his Spectacles, and posing and mumbling over it a Minute or two, said, ‘“_I cannot tell what to make of it. It is Latin, I think._” ‘“_Well, then,_” (quoth Jacob), “_I’ll tell you what it is, it is the King’s Process against this Gentleman that is going to commit us to_ Newgate; _therefore, in my Execution of it, I require you, as you are a Constable, to keep the Peace._” ‘This turn of the Dice made the Magistrate, the Peace Officer, and all the Rusticks stare at one another as if they were out of their Senses. However, _Jacob_ brought his Prisoner to _London_, and oblig’d him to make Satisfaction before he got out of his Clutches.’ The above anecdotes illustrate the humorous side of a bailiff’s life, but sometimes they met with very rough treatment, nay, were even killed. On the 4th of August, 1722, a bailiff named Boyce was killed by a blacksmith, who ran a red-hot iron into him; and the book I have quoted from thus speaks of bailiffs as ‘such Villains, whose Clan is suppos’d to descend from the cursed Seed of _Ham_, and therefore stinks in the Nostrils of all honest Men. Some of them have been paid in their own Coyn, for Captain _Bew_ kill’d a Sergeant of one of the Compters. Shortly after, a Bailiff was kill’d in _Grays-Inn_ Walks; another Bailiff had his Hand chopt off by a Butcher in _Hungerford_ Market, in the _Strand_, of which Wound he dyed the next Day, and another Man kill’d two Bailiffs at once with a couple of Pistols in _Houghton Street_, by _Clare Market_, for which he was touch’d with a cold iron[48] at the Sessions House at the _Old Baily_, besides several others of that detestable Tribe have deservedly suffer’d the same fate....