e'll be paid."

So they went in, and the policeman was quite a comforter to the poor old
man. He talked to him about what the law was on this point and that
point, and how a trespass was one thing, and a breach of the peace
another; and how he mustn't take a man up for felony just because
somebody charged him: otherwise, the man on the rick might have charged
Mr. Bumpkin, and so on; till he got the old man into quite a discussion
on legal points. But meanwhile he had given him another piece of advice,
which was also much to his credit, and that was to send to his solicitor,
Mr. Prigg. Mr. Prigg was accordingly sent for; but, like most good men,
was very scarce. Nowhere could Mr. Prigg be found. But it was well
known, for it was advertised everywhere on large bills, that the
excellent gentleman would take the chair at a meeting, to be held in the
schoolroom in the evening, for the propagation of Christianity among the
Jews. The policeman would be on duty at that meeting, and he would be
sure to see Mr. Prigg, and tell him Mr. Bumpkin was very desirous to see
him as early as possible on the following day. Mr. Bumpkin was thankful,
and to some extent pacified. As the policeman wished them goodnight,
Mrs. Bumpkin accompanied him to the door, and begged, if he wouldn't
mind, that he would look in to-morrow, for he seemed a kind of protection
for them.

It was about three in the afternoon of the following day when good Mr.
Prigg drove up to Mr. Bumpkin's door; he drove up with the mare that had
been Mr. Bumpkin's cow.

"Here he be," said Mrs. Bumpkin; and if Mr. Prigg had been an angel from
heaven, his presence could not have been more welcome. Oh, what sunshine
he seemed to bring! Was it a rainbow round his face, or was it only his
genial Christian smile? His collar was perfect, so was his tie; his head
immoveable, so were his principles. "Dear, dear!" said Mrs. Bumpkin, "I
be so glad thee be come, Mr. Prigg--here be master takin' on so as never
was; I never see'd anything like it."

"What's the matter, my dear lady?" inquired the good man.

"Be that loryer Prigg?" shouted a voice from the inner room.

"Aye, aye, Tom, it be Mr. Prigg."

"Come in, zur," said the voice, "come in; I be mighty glad to see thee.
Why dam--"

"Hush!" remonstrated the diffuser of Christianity among the Jews; "hush!"
and his hands were softly raised in gentle protest--albeit his head never
turned so much as a hair's breadth. "Le