bring him up before him, adding, “If you are afraid, then take your six men,” (who all stood in a row behind their gallant leader, with about as much courage as Falstaff's squad, gazing right into the face of the magistrate;) “surely seven of you, armed with tulwars, are enough to arrest one English soldier with only a stick in his hand.”
It was all of no use; go they would not, and much as they loved livery, and power, and pay, they were, to a man, ready to resign the service sooner than execute the commission; so that Mr. W. had no alternative but to write a line to the English sergeant of the guard at the Fort, directing him to send a couple of soldiers to arrest the man and bring him up. A swift messenger, by a back road, soon delivered the chittee, and we sat still to see the result. In a short time a military tread was heard, the road clearing as they came, and the disturber of the peace, with the stick in his hand, was walked in between two of his brethren right up to the magistrate's table. He looked around at the crowd, and at us, and at the magistrate, in astonishment, every glance seeming to say, “What in the world have I been brought here for?”
Mr. W. broke the silence with, “Well, sir, I am given to understand that you have been disturbing my people in the Bazaar.” Steadying himself for a reply, (the first word he uttered showing that he was an Irishman, and half drunk at that,) he said, with a significant twirl of the stick, “Yis, yer Honor, I've been stirring them up a little;” looking very merry over it, as if he had been “doing the State some service,” which ought to be recognized. It rather sobered him down, however, to hear the magistrate's prompt and stern reply, “Then, sir, I wish you to understand that I don't want them ‘stirred up.’ ” The soldier was incredulous. He evidently thought the magistrate was only joking. “Ah now, yer Honor, you don't mean that at all, at all!” His Honor said he did mean it, and, trying to look as severe as he could, he added, “And more than that, I want to know what brought you into my Bazaar at all?” This question, and its manner, roused the soldier, his rollicking aspect became serious, as, bringing down the end of his
