the true, genuine,
unadulterated, unchangeable, immaculate, and specific chruseon
pepuromenon ek puros."

The audience were variously affected by this learned oration. Some of
those who favoured the pretensions of the Whig candidate, were of
opinion, that he ought to be punished for his presumption, in reflecting
so scurrilously on ministers and measures. Of this sentiment was our
adventurer, though he could not help admiring the courage of the orator,
and owning within himself, that he had mixed some melancholy truths with
his scurrility.

Mr. Ferret would not have stood so long in his rostrum unmolested, had
not he cunningly chosen his station immediately without the jurisdiction
of the town, whose magistrates therefore could not take cognisance of his
conduct; but application was made to the constable of the other parish,
while our nostrum-monger proceeded in his speech, the conclusion of which
produced such an effect upon his hearers, that his whole cargo was
immediately exhausted. He had just stepped down from his stool, when the
constable with his staff arrived, and took him under his guidance. Mr.
Ferret, on this occasion, attempted to interest the people in his behalf,
by exhorting them to vindicate the liberty of the subject against such an
act of oppression; but finding them deaf to the tropes and figures of his
elocution, he addressed himself to our knight, reminding him of his duty
to protect the helpless and the injured, and earnestly soliciting his
interposition.

Sir Launcelot, without making the least reply to his entreaties, resolved
to see the end of this adventure; and, being joined by his squire,
followed the prisoner at a distance, measuring back the ground he had
travelled the day before, until he reached another small borough, where
Ferret was housed in the common prison.

While he sat a-horseback, deliberating on the next step he should take,
he was accosted by the voice of Tom Clarke, who called, in a whimpering
tone, through a window grated with iron, "For the love of God, Sir
Launcelot, do, dear sir, be so good as to take the trouble to alight, and
come upstairs; I have something to communicate, of consequence to the
community in general, and you in particular. Pray do, dear Sir Knight.
I beg a boon in the name of St. Michael and St. George for England."

Our adventurer, not a little surprised at this address, dismounted
without hesitation, and, being admitted to the common jail, th