The fair Rebecca (fair for one of her nation, though evidently not much addicted to the use of soap) stated with many tears, and a faltering voice, that she went into the defendant's shop to purchase some trifling articles; and because she objected to the price of some of them, he knocked her down with a roll of calico! When she said "knocked her down," she meant he gave her such a blow as _would_ have knocked her down if she had not stood firm; and not content with this, he jumped over the counter, and putting his great paws on her shoulders, he shook her till her head seemed ready to drop off at the top joint, and her brains were addled for an hour after. The magistrate expressed his surprise that a _linendraper_ should treat a lady so boisterously; and asked him what he had to say for himself. The linendraper--who, by the bye, had nothing at all linen-draperish in his appearance, but on the contrary had an aspect remarkably stern and solemn--replied, by stating many little vexations which he had suffered from Miss Rebecca--such, for instance, as ordering him to cut off a quantity of calico, and then refusing to have it--"haggling" customers, of her sort, were more trouble than a little; and enough to ruffle any man's temper; but as to what she had said about the knocking her down, and _all that_, it was a mere tissue of falsehoods. The very head and front of his offending, was "_frisking_" the calico at her, and threatening to send for a constable when she became abusive--"for abusive she was"--said he--"very abusive, though she looks so demure now." The magistrate said he did not understand the word _frisking_ as applied in this case, and ordered the ungallant linendraper to find bail for his appearance at the sessions. STEALING EX-OFFICIO. A sturdy, squalid little fellow, calling himself Timothy Blunt, was brought before the magistrate under the following circumstances:-- The landlord of a public-house in the neighbourhood of Temple Bar, deposed that the prisoner, Timothy Blunt, came into his house that morning, as he was busy serving his customers, and staring in his face for about a minute, addressed him with a--"I say, Mister!--I werrily believes as that ere's a _counterband bandanny_ as you've got round your neck--and as I'm a _necksizeman_, I shall seize it!"--And he instantly did so--to the utter dismay of mine host. "Show me your authority!" cried the almost strangled landlord; but he cried in vain--Timothy Blunt scorned to parley; and tearing off the bandanna, he was walking away with it in triumph, when mine host bethought himself "that it was a rummish sort of a _go_;" and, by the assistance of his customers, gave Timothy Blunt in charge to a constable.