no TYLXEY HALL, " How do you get your livelihood ? " enquired the same stern voice. " I was a post-boy aforetimes," said Joe, '• but now Vm nothing, and nobody suffers from my misfortunes but myself/' " Now then," said the magistrate, with a man- ner meant to be particularly impressive, " now then, Joseph Spiller,—and remember you are on your solemn oath,— pray tax your memory, and inform us how you were employed during the morning of Friday, the 21st/'' " Starving," was the brief answer, and it thrilled every heart in the room, except those of the Justice and his cock-fighting clerk; even the constable winked as if something had been blown into his eyes. The Justice noticed the sensation it had caused, and turning round in his chair, addressed liimself to the Baronet. " Sir Mark, the reply we have just heard is one of those artful touches which even the illiterate know how to introduce as skilfully as as our best orators, when they would appeal to the tenderness.
TYLNEY HALL. HI or rather weakness of human nature. It is thus that they frequently excite a spurious sympathy in the minds of their hearers, and particularly females,"— here he glanced at Mrs. Hamilton and Grace, " which is injurious to the due course of justice, and, consequently, to the interests of society. I say this, merely to put you upon your guard, that you may steel your feelings as I do, and not unsuspectingly lay your sensibility open to be lacerated by what my experience enables me to designate as mere coups de theatre." " And now fellow," he resumed to Unlucky Joe, " you stand here charged with stabbing with a knife, or some sharp instrment, one Uriah Bundy, with an intent to kill, a capital felony, whetlier the murder was consummated or not, and punishable with hanging. What have you to say for yourself? " " I've no wish to say any thing, not one word," answered Joe with the serenity of a captive Indian warrior when brought to the stake. " I was born to mischances, and this is one. My life an't worth