This man proved a very sound sleeper.
Instead of succeeding in rousing him by his knocking, Israel but succeeded in rousing his wife, a person not of the greatest amiability.
Raising the sash, and seeing so shocking a pauper before her, the woman upbraided him with shameless impropriety in asking charity at dead of night, in a dress so improper too.

Looking down at his deplorable velveteens, Israel discovered that his extensive travels had produced a great rent in one loin of the rotten old breeches, through which a whitish fragment protruded.
Remedying this oversight as well as he might, he again implored the woman to wake her husband.
"That I shan't!" said the woman, morosely.

"Quit the premises, or I'll throw something on ye." With that she brought some earthenware to the window, and would have fulfilled her threat, had not Israel prudently retreated some paces.
Here he entreated the woman to take mercy on his plight, and since she would not waken her husband, at least throw to him (Israel) her husband's breeches, and he would leave the price of them, with his own breeches to boot, on the sill of the door.
"You behold how sadly I need them," said he; "for heaven's sake befriend me." "Quit the premises!" reiterated the woman.
"The breeches, the breeches! here is the money," cried Israel, half furious with anxiety.
"Saucy cur," cried the woman, somehow misunderstanding him; "do you cunningly taunt me with _wearing_ the breeches'?
begone!" Once more poor Israel decamped, and made for another friend.

But here a monstrous bull-dog, indignant that the peace of a quiet family should be disturbed by so outrageous a tatterdemalion, flew at Israel's unfortunate coat, whose rotten skirts the brute tore completely off, leaving the coat razeed to a spencer, which barely came down to the wearer's waist.

In attempting to drive the monster away, Israel's hat fell off, upon which the dog pounced with the utmost fierceness, and thrusting both paws into it, rammed out the crown and went snuffling the wreck before him.