Thirdly, said Nokes has not offended against form of the statute; because stealing of _cattle_ is there provided against: whereas we are only convicted of stealing a _cow_. Now, though cattle may be cows, yet it does by no means follow that cows must be cattle. SERJEANT. Bravo, bravo! buss me, you rogue, you are your father's own son! go on, and prosper.--I am sorry, dear Jack, I must leave thee. If Providence but sends thee life and health, I prophesy, thou wilt wrest as much land from the owners, and save as many thieves from the gallows, as any practitioner since the days of king Alfred. JACK. I'll do my endeavour. [_Exit_ Serjeant.] So!--father is set off. Now if I can but lay eyes on our Charlot, just to deliver this letter, before madam comes home. There she is.--Hist, sister Charlot! _Enter_ CHARLOT. CHARLOT. What have you got there, Jack? JACK. Something for you, sister. CHARLOT. For me! Prythee what is it? JACK. A thing. CHARLOT. What thing? JACK. A thing that will please you I'm sure. CHARLOT. Come, don't be a boy, let me have it. [Jack _gives the letter_.] How's this! a letter! from whom? JACK. Can't you guess? CHARLOT. Not I; I don't know the hand. JACK. May be not; but you know the inditer. CHARLOT. Then tell me his name. JACK. Break open the seal, and you'll find it. CHARLOT. [_Opening the letter_] "Charles Woodford!"--I am sure I know nothing of him. JACK. Ay, but sister you do. CHARLOT. How! when, and where? JACK. Don't you remember about three weeks ago, when you drank tea at our chambers, there was a young gentleman in a blue sattin waist-coat, who wore his own head of hair? CHARLOT. Well? JACK. That letter's from he. CHARLOT. What can be his business with me? JACK. Read that, and you'll know. CHARLOT _reads_. "Want words to apologize--hum, hum--very first moment I saw you--hum, hum--smother'd long in my breast--hum, hum--happiest, or else the most wretched of men."--So, Sir, you have undertaken a pretty commission! and what do you think my father will-- JACK. Why, I hope you won't go for to tell him. CHARLOT. Indeed, Sir, but I shall. JACK. No, sister, I'm sure you won't be so cross. Besides, what could I do? The poor young lad begg'd so hard; and there for this fortnight he has gone about sighing, and musing, and moping: I am satisfied it would melt you to see him. Do, sister, let me bring him this evening, now father is out. CHARLOT. Upon my word!--The young man has made no bad choice of an agent; you are for pushing matters at once.--But harkee, Sir, who is this spark you are so anxious about? And how long have you known him? JACK. Oh! a prodigious long while: above a month I am certain. Don't you think him mighty genteel? I assure you he is vastly lik'd by the ladies. CHARLOT. He is. JACK.