Mr. Pendergast admitted that he was not much afraid of Mr. Williamson "in the _Crim. Con._ line;" and then went on to detail some other provocations he had received from him: particularly upon one occasion, when Mr. Williamson persuaded him to take a ride on the Thames with him, and because he refused to lend him 10_l._, chucked him overboard right into the river! Mr. Williamson denied this, and said Mr. Pendergast went overboard by accident, being rather top-heavy-ish. Mr. Pendergast was bound, in his own recognizance of 20_l._, to keep the peace towards all the King's subjects generally, and particularly so towards Mr. Christopher Williamson. LOVE IN CHANCERY. About the middle of the year 1821, Horatio, a young apothecary, of a certain city in the West, fell desperately in love with Drusilla, a wealthy damsel of that city; and the damsel returned his passion, though her father forbade her so to do. Then her father, in his anger, had her made a ward in Chancery, and the Lord Chancellor issued an injunction prohibiting Horatio and Drusilla from becoming man and wife. Fathers, and Lord Chancellors, have cruel hearts! and these youthful lovers--instigated, no doubt, by that "giant dwarf, _Dan Cupid_," and, moreover, not having the fear of the _Fleet_ before their eyes--eloped from their native city, with the intention of uniting themselves in defiance of the solemn injunction above-mentioned. Now it appears that they contrived to elude the pursuit that was made after them by the father of Miss Drusilla; and also by the officers of the court, who were anxious to serve the enamoured Horatio with a copy of the Lord Chancellor's injunction. In this predicament application was made to Bishop--"_Indefatigable_ Bishop," as he is sometimes called--one of the principal Bow-street officers, and he soon discovered their retreat. He found them, by some means or other best known to himself, in _Myrtle_-place, or Myrtle-grove, Hoxton. Perhaps it was the name of the place that led him thither; for where could a pair of lovers take refuge more appropriately than in a _myrtle-grove_?-- And "alas! that an _officer's_ cruel eye Should e'er go thither Such sweets to wither!" --But so it was, he did go, and of course he spoiled every thing--indeed, it would seem that he had no sooner made his appearance at the front door of the house, than "_love_ flew out at the window"--the _lady's_ love at least.