letter from one of them, acknowledging the obligations they
were under to him for the excellent beverage his cellar
afforded. Upon examining other parts of the premises. Mr.
Miller found that his iron chest had been forced open. The
instrument (a large chissel) with which this feat was
performed was lying on the premises, and a dark lanthorn,
which the thieves had forgotten, was also picked up in the
course of the search. The petty cash drawers of the iron
chest lay open empty, but Mr. Miller believed there had been
in them when he left the Warehouse, a sum perhaps not
exceeding a couple of pounds. The bills and papers were not
taken away, neither had any thing been removed that was
likely to be recovered. Some silver cruet-tops were taken,
but the cruets were left behind. The chissel, which,
though very strong, had been broken in the effort to open
the chest, was of the largest size. All the rooms of the
building, except those in front, had been visited by the
depredators, and there were various circumstances concurring
to fix a very strong suspicion on the prisoner, besides the
probability that he was the writer of the letter "of thanks"
to Mr. Miller for the entertainment afforded. The letter,
which was written in a good hand, began with the word
"Gemmen," and stated that they (the writer and his friends)
had called, regretted that there was no "_wassel in the
lob_," (money in the chest) but expressed the highest
opinion of the wine, begged pardon for disturbing the
papers, and expressed how happy those who drank the wine
would be to visit the premises upon a future occasion! The
prisoner was remanded.

~145~~ It sometimes happens that even juvenile depredators who have
imbibed a propensity for liquor, have been caught in the snare thus
laid by themselves. Of this fact Dashall gave the following very curious
illustration.--"A few evenings ago," said he, "the family of my next
door neighbour retired to rest, leaving every thing, as they imagined,
in a state of perfect security. On the servant however, coming down
stairs in the morning, he was surprised to find a new and unexpected
inmate, fast asleep in the kitchen, a quantity of plate packed up lay by
his side, and before him were a bottle of brandy and another of wine.
He was a lad not more than sixteen years of age, who