"And pray, Sir," asked the magistrate, "did he, in effect, '_bundle_' you down stairs?" "No, Sir," replied the gentleman, "but I think he would if I had not walked away very rapidly." "Then, Sir, I am sorry I cannot accommodate you by interfering," rejoined his worship;--"if you had undergone the _bundling_ operation, something might have been done, perhaps; but as it is, I don't see that you have any redress for your manifold grievances, except you sue him in the Court of Conscience for the recovery of the _shilling's-worth_ of stationery; and the issue of that measure would, in my opinion, be very doubtful." The gentleman looked at his worship, then at his own hat, then at his worship again, and then he slowly withdrew; seemingly quite at a loss what to make of the matter. DRURY-LANE MISSES. Mrs. Margaret Bunce, a lean, dirty, slatternly matron, apparently between fifty and sixty years old, complained that she had been grossly assaulted by Miss Eliza Pritchard and Miss Hannah Maria Bagwell--a pair of little stunted damsels from the back settlements of Drury-lane; who, according to their own account, maintain themselves "very _cumfuttably_ by going a _charrin_." "Please your worship," said Mrs. Bunce, "I lives in Short's Gardens, and these ladies lives in Charles-street, and I can get no comfort for 'em night nor day. They'm always at me for everlasting, go out when I will; and yesterday _arter_noon they pounced upon me as I was standing in _Doory_-lane, and give me this here black eye; and my nose has been as yellow as a _marygoold_ ever since, as your worship may see." "Have you any witness?" asked the magistrate. "Yes, your worship--I was standing talking to this 'ere _lady_ at the very time," replied Mrs. Bunce, pointing to a meagre young woman in a ragged hurden apron, a worn-out man's coat, and an old muddy hat, something in the form of a barber's basin. "I was talking to this 'ere lady at the very time." The _lady_ came forward, dabbed a court'sy, and wiped her face with the corner of her apron. "Oh! _this_ lady," said his worship; "and what may _your_ name be, Miss?"--"Julia Legge, your worship."--"And pray may I ask what occupation you follow--Miss Julia Legge?" "I sells _vauter creeses_ and _sweeps crossings_, your worship," replied the gentle Julia; and then she wiped her weather-beaten charms again, and substantiated every word Mrs. Margaret Bunce had uttered. "_Miss_ Eliza Pritchard and _Miss_ Hannah Maria Bagwell, what have you to say for yourselves?" asked the magistrate. They answered--"in a joint and corporate voice," "Vy, your Vorship, ve've this 'ere to say--as ve never did _nuthin_ o' the sort; and that there lady (Miss Julia Legge) vasn't there at the time."