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taking upon himself (\) the whole odium of the transaction, and pro- 

 testing that the duke was in no way whatever entitled to the smallest 

 share in the ignominy which was the natural result of it. He (the 

 colonel) was the real Simon Impure, and none but he had a right to 

 the execrations of the public. In proof of his assertion, he pointed to 

 his horse, to his accoutrements even to his gloves ; which the ladies 

 who were called forth to pronounce judgment as to the identity of their 

 insultor, declared to be the same. But alack ! for Colonel Quentin, one 

 point of resemblance was wanting one, the most conspicuous and cha- 

 racteristic of all. The white mustachios were missing ! The colonel had 

 forgotten the crowning peculiarity of his prototype. He looked like 

 the Duke of Cumberland but it was the Duke of Cumberland shaved ! 

 It was Othello with a face innocent of blackness. It was Bottom, without 

 the ass's head. 



As long as this world lasts, will every body believe the Duke of 

 Cumberland to be the hero of the Barnes brutality ; and so long also 

 will they regard Colonel Quentin in the light of a person who has 

 volunteered, in a spirit of the most unaccountable and almost frantic 

 friendship, to encounter the public contempt to which another was law- 

 fully entitled. The colonel is beyond all denial the boldest captain 

 in the universe. He not only consents to brave the obloquy of an action 

 which he never committed, but he is even willing to have it supposed 

 that there is some personal resemblance between himself and the duke. 

 He stands courageously forward, and confesses that the Duke of Cum- 

 berland has been mistaken for him I We can picture nothing that in- 

 volves so much moral heroism as this such marvellous self-sacrifice ! 

 such perilous an excess of friendship ! 



MAGISTERIAL MORALITY. One half of the acts of the existing race 

 of Magistrates will, we hope, be regarded by their successors as beacons 

 to set them upon a different tack. Nothing can better serve to show 

 how justice is not administered, than those frequent decisions of the 

 several " benches" that dignify the metropolis, which people read with 

 incredulous amazement, and a fit of exasperation against the reporter, 

 for libelling a class of men who claim to be denominated " Your 

 Worship." 



Such was the feeling with which we read the account of the detention 

 of a watch and other property, belonging to a man whose misfortune it 

 was to be brought before Mr. Gregorie ot Queen Square. He was 

 found guilty of being suspected of a burglarious attempt, and was sen- 

 tenced to a short imprisonment as a rogue and vagabond. On being re- 

 moved he applied for his watch, a handkerchief or two, and a few shil- 

 lings, which had been found in his pocket. The magistrate signified 

 his intention of keeping them. The " vagabond" represented, with all 

 deference to the magisterial power of detention, that the articles were 

 his own, and offered to produce the person of whom he had purchased 

 them. " That/' said Mr. Gregorie, " is the very reason why I retain 

 them. If I thought they belonged to others they should be returned to 

 them." x 



We are lovers and advocates of economy in all its branches, and carry 

 our notions of saving as far as most people. But Mr. Gregorie out- 

 Humes Hume. This scheme of seizing upon silver watches with gold 

 seals, and selling them, to save society the cost of a few weeks' bread 



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