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accession, was, as a matter of course, renewed. But it was no matter of 
course to my lady, for my lord declared the bargain at an end. On this 
the unlucky wife, in great consternation, brought her claims before the 
Ecclesiastical Court ; and the judge, delivering exactly the sort of 
opinion that any other man of honour would deliver on the occasion, 
recommended her application to the source of the bounty, where, doubt- 
less, a similar opinion will be delivered, and a lesson given that will be 
remembered. 
In another court, a tailor has had the unparalleled impudence to insist 
on a noble lord’s paying his bill—he not thinking thirty shillings and 
the honour of my lord’s custom, altogether a satisfactory equivalent for 
thirty pounds’ worth of coats and breeches. To the scandal of credit, 
the noble lord was compelled to pay. 
Poor old Lady Gresley, too, has been used with equal cruelty by a 
washerwoman, who insisted on her discharging a bill of 28/. for the 
maintenance of her wardrobe in its purity during the last seven years. The 
sum may not seem exorbitant for the time ; but those who have had an 
opportunity of witnessing the costume of the very animated lady in 
question, universally think that it was a monstrous overcharge. But 
judges are blind, like Justice ; and the washerwoman gained the day. 
The delay in the Recorder’s late report from Windsor, which excited 
a good deal of wrath and some oratory among the aldermen at the time, 
has never been publicly accounted for. No one could believe, at the 
moment, that any of the apologies for this untoward delay were true— 
that lame post-horses, the loss of a pair of favourite spectacles, a basin of 
turtle-soup with Mr. Peel, or the comforts of a Windsor inn, could have 
kept this worthy little functionary from doing the duty that he had done 
with such mechanical accuracy for so many years. As no solution offers 
itself to us, we offer none of our own to the reader, leaving him to adopt, 
if he please, one, which will find an echo in the experience of so many a 
submissive and matrimonial bosom. Our authority is one of the weekly 
papers, as follows :— 
«« After the return of the Recorder from the Palace to the Castle Inn at | 
Windsor, he said in haste to his lady, who was waiting for him, ‘ My dear, 
we have only just time to swallow _a bit; we must be off to town imme- 
diately. We must send up our warrant as soon as possible.’ 
**« What! go up to-night?’ ejaculated the lady. ‘ You sha’n’t stir a step 
from this place to-night. Do you think I'll have my bones rattled to pieces. 
You must keep your warrant in your pocket till to-morrow.’ 
«« * Why, consider, my love, that they are waiting at Newgate to know what 
has been done: it would be cruel to delay, my dear!’—(holding up the fatal 
document.) 
«Delay! what do you mean? The greatest comfort they can have is not 
to know that they are to be hanged, poor wretches!’ 
“* Resistance was useless, and the warrant was put up for the night.” 
Haydon, the artist, has been again appealing to the public. We are 
sorry to see an ingenious and able man driven to this mode of making 
his claims known. Yet what is to be done. Privation will make a voice © 
of its own, and the demands of a family suffer no delicacy to stand be- 
tween them and the means by which alone they are to be satisfied. Haydon 
has given for many years the most unquestionable proofs of industry, 
