_Coalheaver_ (_speaking through hole in roof_). Sorry to disturb you,
gents, but as me and my mates are going to put some coals in this here
cellar, I thought it good manners to tell you all to clear out.

_P.M._ (_restraining his indignation_). The Court is adjourned to the
housetop. (_Scene changes to that locality._) Come, this is not so
bad! Nice breeze up here. A little difficult to sit upon a sloping
roof, perhaps; but one gets accustomed to everything. And now,
Constable, go on with your evidence.

_Police Constable_. Well, your Worship, as I was on duty last night,
this man--

_Sweep_ (_entering_). Sorry to disturb you, mates, but I am just
agoing to sweep the chimneys; and--

_Police Magistrate_ (_unable to restrain his indignation any longer_).
Oh--!!!

[_The Curtain hurriedly conceals the strong but natural
exclamation._]

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[Illustration: EXCELSIOR! OR, THE DAY-DREAM OF DRURIOLANUS.

_Elected Sheriff, June 27, he dreams that he is encountered on his
road by the fairy forms of Harry Nicholls and Herbert Campbell._