Mrs. Wolf, as her name would seem to signify, is bony and gaunt, and grim--a lady of most voracious aspect, and much more like an assault_er_ than an assault_ee_. But the proverb saith--"judge not by outward appearances--they too often prove deceitful;" and they did so in this case; for Mrs. Welldone was so overdone with fat--so round, so soft, so puffy, and so short withal, that nobody would have supposed her capable of bruising even a pound of butter; and yet she contrived to give Mrs. Wolf a black eye! How she had reached so high as the eye of Mrs. Wolf, was matter of wonder to everybody; for she was by no means well made for jumping, and Mrs. Wolf was nearly double her height. It appeared by the evidence adduced on both sides, that Mrs. Welldone occupies a house in Monmouth-street--that far-famed street which is sometimes, though _maliciously_, yclep'd "_Rag_-fair." Here she carries on a thriving trade in the "_translating_ line,"--that is to say, she employs sundry ingenious craftsmen in translating _old shoes_ into new ones--an art that will be dignified to all posterity, as being that art by which the patriot PRESTON procured _bub_ and _grub_[32] for his family. These shoes, thus translated, or "revivified," Mrs. Welldone sells at a small profit to those persons, and they are not a few, whose destinies forbid them to purchase their shoes of the shoe-_maker_. Beneath the shop, or parlour, in which she carries on this trade, she has two cellars--_under-ground apartments_ she calls them, and perhaps it is the _genteeler_ term; and it was these two cellars, or under-ground apartments, that brought her in contact with Mrs. Wolf. Mrs. Wolf is of a profession nearly allied to _translating_, only she operates upon gowns, and petticoats, and "_chemises_," instead of _shoes_.--As Robert Burns would say, "----She--wi' her needle and her shears, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new."