"Plase your honour," said he, "is it bekase a man canna dance if he's merry?--and Misther Davis, says I, is it myself that isna' to dance the bit bekase the lazy likes of ye canna get yer sleep before sun down? I shall go to the bed in reasonable time, when I like me self, Misther Davis, says I. Come out o' that, ye Irish Grecian, says he--come out o' that, and I'll give it to ye! And he pulls the coat off him, and shakes his fist in the face of me; and come out o' that, says he, again, and I'll give it t' ye. Faith, Mr. Davis, says I, and if ye will give it to me, ye sha'n't give it me for nothin, for be th' powers I shall _Kennedy_ ye, my jewel; and I took Kennedy to myself, and he had his fists in his own hands, y'r honour, and faith it wouldn't be aisy to say which of us had the best of it," &c. Some witnesses brought by Mr. Davis, admitted that Mr. Davis had challenged _Mykle_ to come out of his room, and that something like a regular fight had taken place between them; and, therefore, the magistrate dismissed the warrant. "But, Michael," said his worship, "do not let me hear any more of your tricks; drink less beer in future."--"I _sholl_, Sir!" said _Mykle_. "And, Michael, let me advise you to go home in better time in future."--"I _sholl_, Sir!" "And, above all, Michael, get another lodging as soon as you can; and take care that your amusements do not disturb your neighbours." "I _sholl_, Sir!" reiterated honest _Mykle_, and making a bow--so low that the tattered hat he held in his own right hand almost touched the floor, whilst his left leg mounted into the air behind--he gave his worship St. Patrick's benison, and let the office a merrier man than he entered it. A MISS-ADVENTURE. Among the watch-house prisoners from St. Mary-le-Strand, was a young gentleman, who was charged with having beaten a lady. He was a fine, blooming, well-grown, genteelly-clad young gentleman--a very Adonis of the woods; and his name was Smith--William Augustus Smith, as we understood. His case had been thus registered in the charge-book, by his honour the Night Constable of St. Mary-le-Strand:-- "Mr. Smith charges Miss Charlotte Long with picking him up and striking him; and Miss Charlotte Long charges Mr. Smith with knocking her down." Of course it was a "cross-charge;" and his honour the Night Constable of course detained both parties; and, moreover, was coarse enough "to shut them up down below." But that was no great matter; for Mr. Smith's bloom suffered no deterioration in consequence; and as for the lady, as his honour the Night Constable said, why she was "_manured_ to the place."[22]