In consequence of which appointment, we, the undersigned, did attend at the place named, from one o'clock till two, without seeing or hearing any thing whatever of the said Francis Tyrrel, or any one in his behalf--which fact we make thus publicly known, that all men, and particularly the distinguished company assembled at the Fox Hotel, may be duly apprized of the character and behaviour of the said Francis Tyrrel, in case of his again presuming to intrude himself into the society of persons of honour.
"The Fox Inn and Hotel, St.Ronan's Well--August 18--.
(Signed) "BINGO BINKS, HECTOR MACTURK, PHILIP WINTERBLOSSOM." A little lower followed this separate attestation: "I, Quentin Quackleben, M.D., F.R.S., D.E., B.L., X.Z., &c.

&c., being called upon to attest what I know in the said matter, do hereby verify, that being by accident at the Buck-stane, near St.
Ronan's Burn, on this present day, at the hour of one afternoon, and chancing to remain there for the space of nearly an hour, conversing with Sir Bingo Binks, Captain MacTurk, and Mr.Winterblossom, we did not, during that time, see or hear any thing of or from the person calling himself Francis Tyrrel, whose presence at that place seemed to be expected by the gentlemen I have just named." This affiche was dated like the former, and certified under the august hand of Quentin Quackleben, M.D., &c.

&c.

&c.
Again, and prefaced by the averment that an improper person had been lately introduced into the company of St.Ronan's Well, there came forth a legislative enactment, on the part of the Committee, declaring, "that no one shall in future be invited to the dinners, or balls, or other entertainments of the Well, until their names shall be regularly entered in the books kept for the purpose at the rooms." Lastly, there was a vote of thanks to Sir Bingo Binks and Captain MacTurk for their spirited conduct, and the pains which they had taken to exclude an improper person from the company at St.Ronan's Well.
These annunciations speedily became the magnet of the day.

All idlers crowded to peruse them; and it would be endless to notice the "God bless me's"-- the "Lord have a care of us"-- the "Saw you ever the like's" of gossips, any more than the "Dear me's" and "Oh, laa's" of the titupping misses, and the oaths of the pantalooned or buck-skin'd beaux.