een circulated
concerning the suspected accomplices, Augustus Tomlinson and Edward
Pepper. It is believed that the former has left the country, and
that the latter is lurking among the low refuges of guilt with which
the heart of the metropolis abounds. Report speaks highly of the
person and manners of Lovett. He is also supposed to be a man of
some talent, and was formerly engaged in an obscure periodical
edited by MacGrawler, and termed the 'Althenaeum,' Or 'Asinaeum.'
Nevertheless, we apprehend that his origin is remarkably low, and
suitable to the nature of his pursuits. The prisoner will be most
fortunate in a judge. Never did any one holding the same high
office as Sir William Brandon earn an equal reputation in so short a
time. The Whigs are accustomed to sneer at us, when we insist on
the private virtues of our public men. Let them look to Sir William
Brandon, and confess that the austerest morals maybe linked with the
soundest knowledge and the most brilliant genius. The opening
address of the learned judge to the jury at-------is perhaps the
most impressive and solemn piece of eloquence in the English
language!"

A cause for this eulogium might haply be found in another part of the
paper, in which it was said,--

"Among the higher circles, we understand, the rumour has gone forth
that Sir William Brandon is to be recalled to his old parliamentary
career in a more elevated scene. So highly are this gentleman's
talents respected by his Majesty and the ministers, that they are,
it is reported, anxious to secure his assistance in the House of
Lords!"

When Dummie had spelt his "toilsome march" through the first of the
above extracts he turned round to the tall stranger, and, eying him with
a sort of winking significance, said,--

"So MacGrawler peaches,--blows the gaff on his pals, eh! Vel, now, I
always suspected that 'ere son of a gun! Do you know, he used to be at
the Mug many 's a day, a teaching our little Paul, and says I to Piggy
Lob, says I, 'Blow me tight, but that cove is a queer one! and if he
does not come to be scragged,' says I, 'it vill only be because he'll
turn a rusty, and scrag one of his pals!' So you sees" (here Dummie
looked round, and his voice sank into a whisper),--"so you sees, Meester
Pepper, I vas no fool there!"

Long Ned dropped his pipe, and said sour