Mr. Cobden. You are quite right, my dear Bright.
SCENE.-A LONELY SQUARE.
Time.—Midnight.
Timid Swell (loq). "Take my money, take my Watch, take evewything; but pway spare my collars!"
DIDDLESEX SESSIONS.
(Before Mr. Serjeant Eves, Assistant-Judge.)
Mr. Cobden. You are quite right, my dear Bright.
Time.—Midnight.
Timid Swell (loq). "Take my money, take my Watch, take evewything; but pway spare my collars!"
(Before Mr. Serjeant Eves, Assistant-Judge.)