This, however, did not suit little Boots, who went up to him and insisted that he must not leave the town. Mr. Bradshaw's indignation was naturally excessive, and he immediately returned to the hotel, where he found a constable ready to take him before the mayor as an impostor and swindler. He was compelled to appear before his worship and had the mortification of being told that unless he could give some explanation he must be content with a night's lodging in a house of detention. Mr. Bradshaw had no alternative but to send to the fair charmer of his heart to identify him; which she most readily did as soon as rehearsal was over. Explanations were then entered into; but he was forced to give the reason of his being in Birmingham, which of course made a due impression on the lady's heart, and led to that happy result of their interviews--a marriage which resulted in the enjoyment of mutual happiness for many years. True to the Text. A curious instance of this occurred many years ago, at the termination of the tragedy of _Richard the Third_. Mr. Elliston was enacting the part of _Richmond_; and having, during the evening, disobeyed the injunction which the King of Denmark lays down to the Queen, "Gertrude, do not drink," he accosted Mr. Powell, who was personating _Lord Stanley_ (for the safety of whose son _Richmond_ is naturally anxious), THUS, on his entry, after the issue of the battle:-- Elliston (as _Richmond_). Your son, George Stanley, is he dead? Powell (as _Lord Stanley_). He is, my Lord, and _safe in Leicester town_! Elliston (as _Richmond_). I mean--ah!--is he missing? Powell (as _Lord Stanley_). He is, my Lord, and _safe in Leicester town_!! And it is but justice to the memory of this punctilious veteran, to say that he would have made the same reply to any question which could, at that particular moment, have been put to him. [Illustration] _MEN OF LETTERS._ [Illustration: Monk Lewis.] Monk Lewis "Hail! wonder-working Lewis."