By a stall on which were some poor legs and shoulders of mutton I perceived the English butcher, whom the Welsh one had attempted to slaughter.

I recognised him by a patch which he wore on his cheek.

My wife and I went up and inquired how he was.

He said that he still felt poorly, but that he hoped he should get round.

I asked him if he remembered me; and received for answer that he remembered having seen me when the examination took place into "his matter." I then inquired what had become of his antagonist and was told that he was in prison awaiting his trial.