As they left the room, his ears were attracted by the following song by a Watchman, which he could not help stopping to catch, and which afforded his Cousin an excellent opportunity of giving him the slip: "Fly, ye prigs,{1} for now's the hour, (Tho' boosey kids{2} have lost their power,) When watchful Charleys,{3} like the Sun, Their nightly course of duty run Beneath the pale-faced moon; 1 Prigs--Pickpockets.
2 Boosey kids--Drunken men.
3 Charleys--A cant term for watchmen.
But take this warning while ye fly, That if you nibble, click,{1} or clye,{2} My sight's so dim, I cannot see, Unless while you the blunt{3} tip me: Then stay, then stay; For I shall make this music speak,{4} And bring you up before the Beak,{5} Unless the chink's in tune.
Now, ye rambling sons of night, Or peep-o'-day boys{6} on your flight, Well prim'd with Jack or Child Tom's juice, While you the silver key{7} produce, Your safety then is clear.
But snuffy,{8} and not up to snuff,{9} You'll And your case is queer enough; Shell out the nonsense;{10} half a quid{11} Will speak more truth than all your whid:{12} Then go, then go; For, if you linger on your way, You'll for my music dearly pay, I'll quod you, never fear." Turning round with laughter from this character, who had attracted many hearers, he look'd in vain for Dashall, and was not displeased to find he had fled.

He therefore hastily withdrew from the scene of merriment, and according to the instructions previously received, and for which he had prepared, quickly changed his dress, and appeared again in the character of a Judge, under the impression hinted by his counsellor, that the gravity of his wig and gown, with a steady countenance, 1 Click--A contraction of the word clicker, for a watch.
2 Clye--A pocket-handkerchief.
3 Blunt--Money.
4 Music--Alluding to the rattle.
5 Beak--A magistrate.
6 Peep-o'-day boys--Staunch good ones--reeling home after the frolics of the night.
7 Silver key--Money which is thus termed, as it is supposed to open all places, and all hearts.
"If you are sick and like to die, And for the Doctor send, Or have the cholic in your eye, Still money is your friend--is it not ?" 8 Snuffy--Drunk.
9 Up to Snuff---Elevation of ideas.
10 Shell out the nonsense--To pay money.
11 Half a quid--Half a guinea.
12 Whid--Words or talk.
~412~~ would be a quiet and peaceable part to get through, and shield him from the torment of those whom Bob suspected willing to play tricks with him should he be discovered.

Here however he again found himself at fait, for he had scarcely entered the Gardens, before a host of depredators were brought before him for trial.

The Charleys brought in succession, drunken Fiddlers, Tinkers and Barbers; and appeals were made to his patience in so many voices, and under so many varying circumstances, that Justice was nearly running mad, and poor Tallyho could find no chance of making a reply.

An uproar from the approaching crowd, announced some more than ordinary culprit; and, in a moment, who should appear before him but a Don Giovanni, and the hooking Devil, Here was a fine case for decision; the Devil claimed the Don as his property, and addressed the Representative of Justice as follows:-- "Most learned and puissant Judge! "Protect my rights as you would the rights of man; I claim my property, and will have my claim allowed." "Hold," replied Bob, "if that is the case, you have no occasion to appeal to me--begone, black wretch, and in thy native shades yell forth thy discordant screams." "Most righteous Judge!--a second Daniel!" cried a bearded Shylock, with his knife and scales, "he shan't escape me--I'll have my bond--so bare his bosom 'next the heart'-- let me come near him." "This is playing the Devil, indeed," said the Don.
"By the Powers!" cried a 'Looney Mackwolteb,' "he's jump'd out of the fire into the frying-pan; and, when the Smouchee has done wid him, he may be grill'd in his own fat." At this moment, a Leporello, who caught the last words of the Irishman, burst into the presence of the Judge, singing-- "Zounds, Sir, they'll grill you now, lean or fat, I know what games you were always at, And told you before what harm you would hatch: Now the old Gentleman's found you out, He'll clap us all in the round-about; Let us be off, ere they call for the Watch." The word Watch was re-echoed in a thousand voices; the vociferations of the callers, the noise of the rattles, ~413~~ and the laughter of those immediately surrounding the judgment-seat, offered so good an opportunity for escape, that Giovanni, determining to have another chance, burst from the grasp of the arch enemy of mankind, to pursue his wonted vagaries, to the no small gratification of Bob, who, without actually acquitting the prisoner, rejoiced at his own escape.
He had however scarcely time to congratulate himself, before he was annoyed by a Postman, in the usual costume, whom he had already seen delivering letters to the company; the contents of which appeared to afford considerable amusement; and who, presenting a letter addressed to The Lord Chief Justice Bunglecause, in a moment disappeared.