A QTJELLEE OF MIDNIGHT EIOTINGB. 123 



" That cat was the old Maltese the chairman of that con- 

 vention. I don't know where he boarded, or who claimed 

 title to him. What I do know is, that it cost me a quarter 

 to have him buried, or thrown into the river ; and that I 

 was suffered to sleep in peace from the time I made the dis- 

 covery that powder and lead are great queUers of midnight 

 rioting. They gave me quiet at least, and saved me from 

 the wickedness of the nightly use of certain expletives, under 

 the excitement of the occasion, which are not to be found in 

 any of the religious works of the day." 



