The gentleman said it was certainly true that on the day in question he had been present at a wedding; but he had received an excellent character with the servant, and as he had now lived with him several years, during which time his whole conduct had been unexceptionable, he would not believe him capable of making such an unprincipled proposition. The magistrate said he had little doubt that it was a mere invention of the coachman's; and even admitting his story to be true, it would be no palliation of his offence. Honest Coachee was then fined twenty shillings for the pliability of his _conscience_, and he left the office, observing, "I'll take 'nation good care how I gets into this here sort of a scrape again!" DANCING DONAGHU. Michael--or as he himself called it, "_Mykle_ Donaghu," was brought up on a warrant for assaulting and beating James Davis. Mr. Davis is a tall, gaunt, lank-haired, melancholy, middle-aged Englishman. _Mykle_, on the contrary, is a short, plump, curly-headed, bushy-whiskered, merry little Irishman. They both lodge in the same house--_Mykle_ uppermost, and thence comes the grievance; for _Mykle_, when he is _beery_--and seldom's the time he is not--is given to dancing. Mr. Davis is a man of staid and serious habits, who goes to bed every night when the clock strikes ten, and every night--just as he gets into his first sleep--home comes sprightly _Mykle_, brimful of beer, and begins dancing his "Irish _fandangoes_" about the room overhead, till he shakes down great patches of the ceiling upon poor Mr. Davis below. Nay, it was stated by a _credible_ witness, that he sometimes danced so vigorously as to shake down the ceilings in the adjoining house! Mr. Davis bore these irregularities as long as he could, but at last his patience, as he said, was quite entirely exhausted, and he ventured to tell _Mykle_ that he would bear it no longer; when, what does _Mykle_ do, but seize the _poker_, and threaten to "_Kennedy_ him"[21] if he dared to interfere with his private amusements. Mr. Davis, quiet as he is, had too much spirit to let any man swagger over him in this manner; and, whilst _Mykle_ was "shelalegh-ing about" with his poker, he attempted to take it from him; and in the attempt he received sundry thumps on the head and shoulders, which made his eyes strike fire. Thus far was Mr. Davis's statement; and now for _Mykle_ Donaghu:--