This matter, however, was forgotten in the prosecution of Mist, the proprietor of one of the three Weekly Journals. Mist had dared to speak sarcastically of King George’s interference on behalf of the Protestants of the Palatinate. On prosecution for the same, a Whig jury found him _guilty_, and a Whig judge sentenced the obnoxious Jacobite to stand in the pillory twice, at Charing Cross and at the Royal Exchange, to pay a fine of 50_l._, to be imprisoned three months, and to find unquestionable security for his good behaviour, and the reform of his paper for seven years! There is no trace of the reform ever having been begun. Mist and his correspondents made the columns of his journal crackle with their fun. Jacobite writers complimented him on his elevation to the pillory as being equal to raising him to the rank of surveyor of the highways. When the Marshalsea gates opened for him to proceed to the high position in question, a countless guard of Jacobites received him, and they preceded, surrounded, or followed his coach to the Cross and the Exchange. At each place they gathered about the scaffold, in such numbers, that the most audacious and loyal of Whigs would not have dared to lift an arm against him. After Mist had stood his hour in both places, the carefully guarded object of popular ovation resumed his seat in his coach, escorted by his Jacobite friends, and cheered by the thundering _hurrahs!_ of the densely-packed spectators. The more loyal Whig _mobile_ did not neglect to manifest their own opinions. They set out from the Roebuck, and attacked the Tory White Horse, in Great Carter Lane. They had heard that some of Mist’s servants were carousing there; and, consequently, they gutted the house, spilt all the liquor they could not drink, and cut off a man’s nose who attempted to remonstrate with them; all which they felt justified in doing, as the Jacobite Mist had not been treated in the pillory, according to his deserts! Meanwhile, the streets were melodious with street ballad-singers, who made Whigs mad with singing the ‘New Hymn to the Pillory,’ and with announcing the birth of Charles Edward at Rome, in December 1720, by the new and popular song, ‘The Bricklayer’s son has got a Son of his own!’ [Sidenote: _BIRTH OF THE ‘YOUNG CHEVALIER.’_]