The Appellee, asking for inquiry as to his character, was reported "a fyscher and tayler of crafte," and therewith the "trewyste laborer and the moste gentellyte." The peler, with brazen insolence, offered _his_ character for inspection. There was much dubiety as to where and how he had lived when at large, but "Hange uppe Thome Whythorne" was the response of every reference he tendered. At last the day came. The Appellee, as became an innocent man, told his beads, and prayed long and earnestly, and wept full sore, and all present prayed for and with him. The "fals peler" scoffed thereat. "Thou fals trayter," yelled he; "why arte thou soo longe in fals bytter beleve?" The defendant's sole answer was so lusty a thwack that his staff flew all to pieces. Thereupon the peler's stave was taken away from _him_; "ande thenn they wente togedyr by the neckys," so using teeth and fist, "that the lethyr of clothing and fleshe was alle to rente in many placys of hyr bodys." It fared ill at first with the "meke innocent." His opponent had him down on the ground, and near choked the life out of him. But presently the meek one got up on his knees, and (the combat not being under Queensberry rules), "toke that fals peler by the nose with hys tethe, and put hys thombe in hys yee, that the peler cryde owte ande prayde hym of marcy, for he was fals unto God and unto hym." The peler's subsequent record is of the briefest, but, one is thankful to add, of the most edifying description. "And thenn he was confessyd and hanggyd, of whose soule God ha' marcy." Amen. "_Victus est et susp_," so for epitaph wrote the official scribe against his name. And the exchequer parchments knew him and his "_1d. ob. per diem_" no more.