The officers who took Mr. Robert M'Gillies into custody, stated that they found him--though in the middle of the day--stretched out at full length in bed, with all his clothes on, except his coat, and smoking a long pipe; and on the chair by his bedside was a quantity of tobacco, and a large jorum of ale. Mr. Robert M'Gillies, who had been with difficulty restrained while these statements were making, now entered upon his defence in form and manner following:-- "She is a _villain_, and will swear anything!" (Thumping the table and bursting into tears.) "But I don't blame her, I blame her evil advisers." (Another thump and more tears.) "She has been heard as a woman, and now let me be heard as a man!" (A louder voice, a heavier thump, and a greater flood of tears.) "I was a bright man before I knew her!--Her name is not _Julia Cob_. She has deceived many a man under the name of '_Julia Cob_.' Her right name is Jane Spencer! and she knows it. I don't want to go near her, I tell you!" (A fresh supply of tears.) "I love her better than my own heart's blood; but I don't care--I won't be used in this manner--I'll be d----d if I will! Confound her and them altogether, I say! But I don't blame her--I blame the devils she has got about her. She said to me one day, says she, 'Come, M'Gillies,' says she, 'let you and I go down upon our bare knees and swear to be true to each other for ever and ever!' and now she uses me in this manner!--Oh! oh! oh!" (Lots of tears.) "What am I brought here for? What have I done? Answer me that!--Oh! oh! oh!" &c. Mr. Robert M'Gillies filled up the pauses in this speech, by licking in with his tongue the tears, &c. which flowed plentifully through the stubble on his upper lip; and having made an end of speaking-- The magistrate told him he was a very foolish man, and Miss Julia Cob was not a bit better than she should be; nevertheless she must not be subjected to personal violence, and he therefore must put in bail to keep the peace towards her--himself in 50_l._ and two sureties in 25_l._ each. It appeared, however, that his friends had previously been bound for him in a charge of assault upon the same lady, and the magistrate declaring their recognizances forfeited by this his subsequent violence, they declined coming forward again. So Mr. Robert M'Gillies was consigned to his own lamentations in the dreary dungeons of Tothill-fields' Bridewell, and the false-hearted _Julia Cob_ returned to her new lover in Norfolk-street. [Illustration] TIPSY JULIA. Miss Julia Johnson was charged by a watchman with infesting his _bate_ in a state of _bastely_ drunkenness. "It was King-street, your honour, that same I'm now spaking about," thundered Phelim O'Donaghue, "and she _wouldn't_ come out of it anyhow, _becase_ the beer had got the best of her, an' she _couldn't_, your honour; an' so I gathered her up, with her silks an' satins, an' put 'em altogether in the watch-house, your honour."