"Some talk of Alexander and some of Hercules"-- and some of Solomon, who never saw _our_ Solomon on the bench of justice! Let me tell you of his famous decision on Sabbath-breaking.
One Sunday afternoon our Mayor's slumbers were interrupted by Jago the constable, who haled before him a man, a horse, and two pannier-loads of vegetables, and charged the first-named with this heinous offence.

The fellow--a small tenant-farmer from the outskirts of the parish--could not deny that he had driven his cart down to the Town Quay, unharnessed, and started in a loud voice to cry his wares.

There, almost on the instant, Jago had taken him _in flagrante delicto_, and, having an impediment in his speech, had used no words but collared him.
"What have you to say for yourself ?" the Mayor demanded.
"Darn me if I know what's amiss with the town to-day!" the culprit made answer.

"Be it a funeral ?" "You are charged with trading, or attempting to trade, on the Sabbath; and sad hearing this will be for your old parents, John Polkinghorne." John Polkinghorne scratched his head.

"You ben't going to tell me that this be Sunday!" (You see, the poor fellow, living so far in the country, had somehow miscounted the week, and ridden in to market a day late.) "Sunday ?" cried the Mayor.