or any house; no, my Lud, 'tis absolutely and bona fide, neither more nor less than a kitchen; or, as the law more basically expresses, a kitchen is, camera necessaria pro usus [inillegible txt]yekeree, cum saucepannis, stew pannis, scullero, dressero, coal, stovis smokejacko, pro rostandum, boilandum, fryandum, et [inillegible txt]puddings, mixandum, pro turtle soupes, calve's head hashi, cum calipee et calipashibus. But we shall not avail ourselves of an alibi, but admit of the existence of a cook-maid; y, my Lud, we shall take it upon a new ground, and beg few trial, for as they have enrtailed our name, from plain [inillegible]ry into Moll, I hope the Court will not allow of this; for they were to allow of mistakes, what would the law do? For when the law don't find mistakes, it is the business of the law to make them." Therefore the Court allowed them the liberty of a new trial; for the law is our liberty, and it is happy for us that we have the liberty to go to law.
THE GOUTY MERCHANT.
In Broad-Street Buildings, on a winter night,
Snug by his parlour fire, a gouty wight
Sat all alone with one hand rubbing
His leg roll'd up in fleecy hose,
While t'other held beneath his nose
The Public Ledger, in whose columns grubbing,
He noted all the sales of hops,
Ships, shops, and slops,
Gum, galls, and groceries, ginger, gin,
Tar, tallow, turmeric, turpentine, and tin;--
When lo! a decent personage in black
Enter'd, and most politely said, --
"Your footman, sir, has gone his nightly track
To the King's Head,
And left your door ajar, which I
Observ'd in passing by,
And thought it neighbourly to give you notice."
"Ten thousand thanks--how very few get,
In time of danger,
Such kind attentions from a stranger!
Assuredly that fellow's throat is
Doom'd to a final drop at Newgate;
He know's, too, the unconscionable elf,
That there's no soul at home execpt myself."
"Indeed!" replied the stranger, looking grave;
"Then he's a double knave:
