His worship did not object, and she proceeded to state that she had been to see her husband, then lying ill in the hospital; that on her return, she went to see the lamplighter's burying, and that the folks were all very merry, "and quite _larkish_ in a manner;" that being curious to see what sort of a coffin it was, she _skrouged_ herself through the mob till she reached the brink of the grave, and she had no sooner done so, than the mob pushed a chimney-sweeper into it, and pushed her atop of him; and that was the way her hands were blacked. The magistrate told her he thought her visit to her sick husband should have disposed her more seriously, than to be mingling in such a disgraceful scene; and desired her to go home, and conduct herself more decently in future. Mrs. Foggarty was very thankful for the lenity shown to her, and departed courtesying and drying her eyes. LATE HOURS AND OYSTERS. Two gentlemen of pretty considerable respectability--one tall, and the other short--were charged with having assaulted the watch; and no fewer than five "ancient and quiet watchmen" appeared, to testify against them. Dennis Mack was the first in order. He said he found the two gentlemen at the door of the oyster shop in New-street, Covent-garden, between one and two o'clock in the morning, kicking up a great row with a hackney-coach and two ladies. He told them to go home to bed, and not be making such a bother as all that, when the short one laid hold of his staff, and tried to twist it out of his hand, whereupon he sprung his rattle for assistance, &c. Thomas Robinson was the next. He was a smart, upright, _Corporal Trim_-like sort of a watchman, and his discourse was somewhat "stuffed with epithets of war." He heard the _rattle-call_ of his _comrade_, and _advanced_ to his _relief_--he made his _approaches_ with caution in order to _reconnoitre_ the party--having so done, he challenged the offenders to _surrender_, and received the point-blank charge of a fist in his belly--saving his worship's presence. "What are you?" asked the magistrate, struck by the novelty of his phraseology. "I have been a soldier, your honour," he replied; "but since I was discharged from the army, I have endeavoured to fulfil the part of a cobbler." Patrick Donaghue, a six-foot Emerald Islander, with an astonishing perpendicular expansion of countenance, was the third in order. He heard the _hubbuboo_ as he was _paceably_ walking his _bate_, and went, right on end, to _larn_ the rights of it; and the biggest of the two--without saying "by yer _lave_,"--took him a mighty _dacent_ stroke over the _jaws_. Two other watchmen followed; but, as they said, they only came in at the tail of the _row_, and therefore they did not see the beginning of it. However, they bore testimony to the extreme repugnance of the gentlemen to go to the watch-house.