They were brought from Covent Garden watch-house, together with a gang of young thieves, disorderly cobblers, drunken prostitutes, houseless vagabonds, and other off-scourings of society; and a very respectable appearance they made.--Christopher Clutterbuck, a long, sturdy, burly-boned, short-visaged, curly-headed, whiskerless subject, with a hat of that cut called a _kiddy shallow_, and an enormous pair of bull's-eye spectacles; and Dionysius Dobbs, a lean, lack-beardical, long-faced, sunken-cheeked, hollow-eyed, cossack-waisted concern, with a very gentlemanly imperfection of vision, and a silver eye-glass to correspond. And there they were, for nearly an hour before the arrival of the magistrate, crammed among the tagrag-and-bobtail in the common waiting room, or _sweating_-room, as it is sometimes more properly called.--Mr. Kit Clutterbuck, strutting to and fro, with arms a-kimbo, as vigorous as a turkey-cock; and Dionysius Dobbs, lolling upon one of the forms, lifting his eye-glass from time to time, and gasping like an expiring magpie; whilst the torn and bemudded _toggery_ of each of them, all tacked together with pins, gave ample proof of their love of "_Life_." The magistrates having taken their seats, the demolished Corinthians were ushered into their presence, and a charge, of which the following is the substance, was exhibited against them. Between the third and fourth acts of the play--which happened very appropriately to be _Wild Oats_--they were swaggering about the lobbies, insulting every body that came in their way; the "big one"--that is to say, Mr. Kit Clutterbuck--offering to _mill_ "any body in the world," and repeatedly exclaiming--"Oh! that a man of my own powers would come athwart me!" and the "thin one" (that's Mr. Dionysius Dobbs) lisping responsively--"That's your sort! Go it, Kitty my _covy_!" Nobody taking the challenge, _Kitty my covy_, in the overflowing of his Corinthianism, seized his friend, the delicate Mr. Dionysius Dobbs, and dashing him against the wall of the lobby, shattered one of the lamps with his empty _knowledge-box_. Dionysius Dobbs took the concussion in good part; but Mr. Spring, the box book-keeper, who happened to witness the feat, was not so well pleased, and sent for Bond, the officer, to remove them. Bond prevailed upon them to be a little more quiet; and the loss of the lamp was overlooked. But in a quarter of an hour after, he found them taking indelicate liberties with the wretched women in the saloons, sparring, bellowing, and capering, like a pair of drunken _ourang-outangs_, as he said, to the great danger of the mirrors, and the scandal of the _saloon itself_. He again attempted to remonstrate with them; but all he could get from them was a challenge to fight, from _Kitty my covy_; and therefore he called for the assistance of his brother officers, determined to remove them entirely from the theatre. A posse of other officers came to his