Sir Richard was highly diverted at the horrors of the spy, but judged it wise to prevent any such foolish attempt at riot, by anticipating his Majesty’s orders; wherefore, early in the evening, a dozen policemen, one by one, got into the hog’s residence, with a skilful butcher, who stuck him in the spinal marrow, and the “olive branch,” scarcely brought life to the ground with him. The rescue was then out of the question, and in a very short time Doctor Haydn’s Gourmand was not only defunct, but actually laid ten feet under ground, with as much quick-lime covered up over his beautiful body as soon left hardly a bone to discover the place of his interment.
Sir Richard told this anecdote, as to the execution, &c. with great humour. The Irish used to tell Sir Richard that a pig was dishonoured by any death but to make bacon of; that God had sent the breed to Ireland for that purpose only; and that, when killed for that purpose, they considered his death a natural one!
THE END.
PRINTED BY A. J. VALPY, RED LION COURT, FLEET STREET.
Transcriber’s note:
Page xxii, ‘H. R.’ changed to ‘R. H.,’ “as for Mr. R. H. of Brompton”
Page xxix, em-dash changed to long dash, “Dr. T——’s perseverance”
Page 4, ‘gende’ changed to ‘gender,’ “of the feminine gender,”
Page 8, ‘its—its’ changed to ‘it’s—it’s,’ “Egad, it’s—it’s very true”