_J. N_. (_in a fury_). Officer, you are a disgrace to your coat! Arrest that man, I say. I would have had the Court cleared long ago, but that I hoped that you would have arrested the ruffian if I gave him a chance of repeating his--his crime. [_The_ USHER _makes his usual promenade_. _J. N_. You have been convicted by a jury of your countrymen of stealing three loaves of bread; and I do not see how in the face of the evidence they could have come to any other verdict. Convicted of such a serious offence, this is not the time and place to reproach you with other misconduct; and yet I could almost regret that it is not possible to put you once more in the dock, and try you for conspiracy and incitement to riot; as in my own mind I have no doubt that you are in collusion with the ruffianly revolutionists, who, judging from their accent, are foreigners of a low type, and who, while this case has been proceeding, have been stimulating their bloodstained souls to further horrors by the most indecent verbal violence. And I must here take the opportunity of remarking that such occurrences could not now be occurring, but for the ill-judged leniency of even a Tory Government in permitting that pest of society the unrespectable foreigner to congregate in this metropolis. _A Voice_. What do they do with you, you blooming old idiot, when you goes abroad and waddles through the Loover? _J. N_. Another of them! another of those scarcely articulate foreigners! This is a most dangerous plot! Officer, arrest everybody present except the officials. I will make an example of everybody: I will commit them all. _Mr. H_. (_leaning over to_ JUDGE). I don't see how it can be done, my lord. Let it alone: there's a Socialist prisoner coming next; you can make him pay for all. _J. N_. Oh! there is, is there? All right--all right. I'll go and get a bit of lunch (_offering to rise_). _Clerk_. Beg pardon, my lord, but you haven't sentenced the prisoner. _J. N_. Oh, ah! Yes. Oh, eighteen months' hard labour. _M. P_. Six months for each loaf that I didn't steal! Well, God help the poor in a free country! Won't you save all further trouble by hanging me, my lord? Or if you won't hang me, at least hang my children: they'll live to be a nuisance to you else. _J. N_. Remove the woman. Call the next case. (_Aside_: And look sharp: I want to get away.) [_Case of_ JOHN _or_ JACK FREEMAN _called_.] _Mr. H_. I am for the prosecution, my lord. _J. N_. Is the prisoner defended? _Jack Freeman_. Not I. _J. N_. Hold your tongue, sir! I did not ask you. Now, brother Hungary.