IN WHAT WAY MR.

JEREMIAH ESCAPES; AND WHAT HE FINDS IN THE STREET.
A most beautiful moonlight began at this juncture to throw its beams in the prison, when Mr.Schnackenberger, starting up from his sleepless couch, for pure rage, seized upon the iron bars of his window, and shook them with a fervent prayer, that instead of bars it had pleased God to put Mr.Mayor within his grasp.

To his infinite astonishment, the bars were more obedient to his wrath than could have been expected.

One shake more, and like a row of carious teeth they were all in Mr.
Schnackenberger's hand.
It may be supposed that Mr.Schnackenberger lost no time in using his good fortune; indeed, a very slight jump would suffice to place him at liberty.

Accordingly, when the sentinel had retired to a little distance, he flung his dreadnought out of the window--leaped upon it--and stood without injury on the outside of the prison.
'Who goes there ?' cried the alarmed sentinel, coyly approaching the spot from which the noise issued.
'Nobody,' said the fugitive: and by way of answer to the challenge--'Speak, or I must fire'-- which tremulously issued from the lips of the city hero, Mr.Schnackenberger, gathering up his dreadnought to his breast, said in a hollow voice, 'Fellow, thou art a dead man.' Straightway the armed man fell upon his knees before him, and cried out--'ah! gracious Sir! have mercy upon me.