sneers at justice, the proposed good understanding, the jeering at prosecutors, and a thousand other arts, that smoothen crimes, and render even punishment more palatable. These keep their eyes on a given number of culprits, whose movements and haunts they watch with cat-like assiduity, and whom they catch as often as they want spoil.
A very circumstantial and lucid account of the base attempt of a Blood hound upon the life of a gentleman under temporary distress, is given in the twenty-second chapter of the "Life of Mr. Jeremy Foresight," lately printed. Although highly entertaining, and strictly elucidatory of our subject, the revolting narrative is too long for insertion here, and we refer the reader to that gentleman's own well 'written account of his complicated affair, and narrow escape.
THE END.
W. Flint, Printer, Old Bailey, London.
