the ruffianly revolutionists, who, judging from their accent, are
foreigners of a low type, and who, while this case has been proceeding,
have been stimulating their bloodstained souls to further horrors by the
most indecent verbal violence. And I must here take the opportunity of
remarking that such occurrences could not now be occurring, but for the
ill-judged leniency of even a Tory Government in permitting that pest of
society the unrespectable foreigner to congregate in this metropolis.

_A Voice_. What do they do with you, you blooming old idiot, when you
goes abroad and waddles through the Loover?

_J. N_. Another of them! another of those scarcely articulate
foreigners! This is a most dangerous plot! Officer, arrest everybody
present except the officials. I will make an example of everybody: I
will commit them all.

_Mr. H_. (_leaning over to_ JUDGE). I don't see how it can be done, my
lord. Let it alone: there's a Socialist prisoner coming next; you can
make him pay for all.

_J. N_. Oh! there is, is there? All right--all right. I'll go and get
a bit of lunch (_offering to rise_).

_Clerk_. Beg pardon, my lord, but you haven't sentenced the prisoner.

_J. N_. Oh, ah! Yes. Oh, eighteen months' hard labour.

_M. P_. Six months for each loaf that I didn't steal! Well, God help
the poor in a free country! Won't you save all further trouble by
hanging me, my lord? Or if you won't hang me, at least hang my children: