farce. On a windy night, one of these doughty guardians of the streets was heard to shout, " Past twelve, and I've lost my hat." An incident concerning Mike may be worth mentioning. A daring burglary had been committed, and by means which I do not now remember, it was discovered that Mike had a hand in it. He absconded, and it was supposed was lurking about the woods in the neighbourhood. I was then employed twice a week as a tutor at St. Leonards, just after it was commenced, and I had on one particular Saturday afternoon, to attend in the same capacity at Fairlight ; consequently, to save time and to shorten distance, I walked across from St. Leonards to Fairlight, as nearly in a direct line as I could. Going down the steep foot-path by the side of Newgate Wood, I saw hurriedly coming up the same path, a man, whose head and shoulders only were visible over the wheat with which the field was then filled. As he neared me, he drew out a pistol and presented it towards me ; of course I felt somewhat nervous and staggered, but was re-assured when he called out with a strong Yorkshire accent (he was a Yorkshireman , named Jeffrey Taylor) : " Ah ! if ye had been Mike, I would have you down." I knew the man well, and we had a short chat about Mike and his doings, and then each went on his way.
Mike was shortly after captured asleep in a garden at Iden ; seeing when he was awaked, the muzzle of -
