"_Indignant Officer._--I'll pop you over the head presently. "_Prisoner._--'There's whisky in the jug.' "_Officer._--You'll be there, too, shortly. "_Judge._--If you can't pay you must go to jail. "_Prisoner._--'Give me a cot in the valley I love.' "_Judge._--Very well, sir, I'll do it. Tombs, ten days. "_Prisoner._--'I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls.' "The officer was about removing the individual below, when I came to the rescue, and informed the Judge that the prisoner was a friend of mine, that this was the first occasion in which he had ever manifested such eccentricities, and if he would let him off from the punishment this time, I would take him to his home and see that he never disturbed the city by his yells in the future. "The prisoner turned his eyes upon me, and again broke out: "'Good news from home, good news for me'---- "'Mr. Blobb,' said the Judge, 'if I let you off this time, will you cease going on these drunken sprees?' "_Prisoner._--'I'll touch not, taste not, handle not, whate'er intoxicates.' "_Judge._--I hope that when we meet again it will be under more favorable auspices to yourself---- "_Prisoner_ (interrupting).--'Meet me by moonlight alone, and I will tell thee.' "_Judge_ (resuming).--For you're in a bad plight now to appear among the ladies. "_Prisoner._--'Oh! I'm the boy for bewitching them.' "_Judge._--Not when you're drunk, I imagine. "_Prisoner._--'A man's a man, for a' o' that.' "_Judge._--You may go, sir. Good day. "_Prisoner._--'Oh, give to me that better word that comes from the heart, Good bye.' "I managed to get my friend, Mr. Blobb, out of the court-room, and subsequently, with some difficulty, I succeeded in putting him to bed in my apartment, where I kept him for twenty-four hours, until he had recovered from his temporary aberration. He has since that time been in a normal state, except that he appears melancholy at times. He is well enough, however,---- "To be here this evening," said Quackenbush, interrupting; "for know ye that Mr. R. Percy Delancy Blobb is now before you in the person of myself, and I am here to-night to ask forgiveness, which, if you don't give to me, I shall take immediate measures to expel you all from the club." It was immediately voted that Mr. Quackenbush be forgiven, on condition that he would disclose the facts which led to his being found a prisoner in the Essex Market Police Court. This, Mr. Quackenbush said he would do and do it now, and after finding room for a glass of ginger-wine, proceeded to narrate his experience.