"Sure I'd be a _baste_ if I _whopp'd_ her again, your honour," replied Phelim, "when I just thought of a _skame_ to do without it.--It's _ounly_ keeping the threepence ha'penny in my _oun_ pocket, your honour, and I'll have no occasion to _bate_ it out of her at all." The bystanders laughed at this _skame_ of Phelim's, and even the magistrate smiled, as he good-humouredly told Florence, that, though he believed her to be an excellent wife, he thought that she was a little too hard in refusing her husband such a trifle as threepence half-penny when he was going to work so far from home. Florence smiled also; but there was a thoughtful sadness in her smile; and, when the laughter had subsided, she told his worship, that it was not the "_coppers_," nor the bit of a "_bating_" Phelim had given her, that she cared about. He had _harkened_ to bad tales about her, she said, and had sworn never to be good to her till she said "two words" to him. His worship asked her if her husband supposed she was untrue to him. She replied that he did, and implored the magistrate to let her swear to her fidelity! His worship told her he was sure there was no need of any such ceremony--"Phelim," said he, "has too much good sense to listen to any idle stories about you." Still, however, poor Florence would not be pacified; and snatching the Gospels from the table, she pressed the sacred volume fervidly to her lips, and then raising her eyes, she exclaimed--"So help me God! that, barring Phelim and myself, I don't know man from woman." All this while Phelim stood hanging down his head, and fumbling at the buckle of his hat in the simplest manner imaginable. "For shame, Phelim!" said the magistrate, as Florence made an end of her oath--"For shame, Phelim!--How can you stand there and see the distress of such a wife, without coming forward and assuring her of your confidence?--Give her your hand, man, and comfort her as she deserves." Phelim stretched forth his hand--Florence grasped it almost convulsively, and raising it to her lips, all chapped and sun-burnt as it was, she kissed it--they looked each other in the face for a moment--burst into tears, and hastily left the office arm-in-arm. CORINTHIANISM. Mr. Christopher Clutterbuck and Mr. Dionysius Dobbs were charged with having created a great uproar and disturbance in the lobbies of Drury-lane Theatre on the previous evening, and with having grievously assaulted certain peace-officers, who attempted to quell the said disturbance, by taking the said Christopher Clutterbuck and Dionysius Dobbs into custody. These gentlemen were _Corinthians_--that is to say, in the fashion of the time, gentlemen who were "_up_, _down_, and _fly_ to every thing."