By the by, Hannah, I shall be able to get your grandson into the Free School." The banker was shrewd enough to perceive that he had carried his point; and he was walking home, satisfied, on the whole, with the way matters had been arranged, when he was met by a brother magistrate.
"Ha!" said the latter, "and how are you, my good sir?
Do you know that we have had the Bow Street officers here, in search of a notorious villain who has broken from prison?
He is one of the most determined and dexterous burglars in all England, and the runners have hunted him into our town.

His very robberies have tracked him by the way.

He robbed a gentleman the day before yesterday of his watch, and left him for dead on the road--this was not thirty miles hence." "Bless me!" said the banker, with emotion; "and what is the wretch's name ?" "Why, he has as many aliases as a Spanish grandee; but I believe the last name he has assumed is Peter Watts." "Oh!" said our friend, relieved,--"well, have the runners found him ?" "No, but they are on his scent.

A fellow answering to his description was seen by the man at the toll-bar, at daybreak this morning, on the way to F------; the officers are after him." "I hope he may meet with his deserts--and crime is never unpunished even in this world.

My best compliments to your lady:--and how is little Jack ?--Well! glad to hear it--fine boy, little Jack! good day." "Good day, my dear sir.