It appeared by the evidence of Mr. Jonathan Dobbs, an operative veterinarian (_vulgo_, a journeyman farrier), that Mr. Jonas Tunks, who is a wandering melodist (_vulgo_, a ballad-singer) by profession, went into the public-house in question, where Mr. Jonathan Dobbs, and several other gentlemen, were taking a _déjeûner à-la-fourchette_ of sheep's-head and pickled cabbage. He entered the room singing, at the very top of his voice, the favourite _aria_, "Oh, Judy! my darling!" and one of the gentlemen politely desiring him to shut his potato-trap, and not make such a noise, he seized a pint of _heavy_ and drank it off to the gentleman's better manners. The gentleman to whom the _heavy_ belonged, now swore that Mr. Jonas Tunks should _post the blunt_ for it--that is to say, he should pay for it. But Mr. Jonas Tunks would do no such thing--"Base is the slave that pays!" he exclaimed; and immediately called for "a quartern of gin of three outs," with which he offered to treat--or as a Corinthian would say,--to "_sluice the ivories_" of the gentlemen present. The gentlemen, however, would not accept his treat, and "Turn out the blackguard!" was the universal cry; but Mr. Jonas Tunks was awake to the "_spree_," and before his enemies could say "Jack Robinson," he capsized three pots of _heavy_, scattered the pickled cabbage upon the floor, and very nearly _bolted_ with the better half of a sheep's face! But, unfortunately, just as he was clearing the threshold of the door, he received the well-shod foot of the veterinarian in the rear, about seven inches and a half below the waistband of his trowsers, and the concussion sent him half across the street, without once touching the pavement! The veterinarian and his friends, nothing doubting but Jonas was done with, laughed aloud, and returned into the house; but Jonas was not the man to walk off quietly under this dishonourable visitation of tanned calfskin, and before their shout of laughter was over, he had dashed six panes of glass to pieces in the front window of the house--or, to use a very expressive Eganism he had _milled the glaze_ gloriously! He was immediately overpowered with numbers, and handed over to the strong grasp of the Police. [Illustration: JONAS TUNKS.] The magistrate having heard the complaint (for the valiant Jonas scorned to say a word in defence) immediately sentenced him, under the statute above-mentioned, to pay the value of the glass he had broken--viz. twenty-five shillings; and in default of so doing, he was consigned to three months' imprisonment in Bridewell. Now really this was a very ill-natured prosecution against Mr. Jonas Tunks; for, after all, what was his offence but a trifling matter of "_back slum_" Corinthianism?--as the great chronicler of _Life in London_ would phrase it--a mere trifling ebullition of vitality--a slight manifestation of those lively principles which constitute a true "Corinthian," whether in Dyott-street or Pall mall.