He carried one or two large books with him in his gig, and a considerable roll of papers.  As soon as the obsequious Mr. Pugnose saw him at the door, he assisted him to alight, ushered him into the “best room,” and desired the constable to attend “the Squire.”  The crowd immediately entered, and the Constable opened the Court in due form, and commanded silence.  Taking out a long list of causes, Mr. Pettifog commenced reading the names—­James Sharp versus John Slug—­call John Slug:  John Slug being duly called and not answering, was defaulted.  In this manner he proceeded to default some 20 or 30 persons; at last he came to a cause, William Hare versus Dennis O’Brien—­call Dennis O’Brien—­here I am, said a voice from the other room—­here I am, who has any thing to say to Dennis O’Brien?  Make less noise, sir, said the Justice, or I’ll commit you.  Commit me, is it, said Dennis, take care then, Squire, you don’t commit yourself You are sued by William Hare for three pounds for a month’s board and lodging, what have you to say to it?  Say to it, said Dennis, did you ever hear what Tim Doyle said when be was going to be hanged for stealing a pig’ says he, if the pig had’nt squeeled in the bag I’d never have been found out, so I would’nt—­so I’ll take warning by Tim Doyle’s fate, I say nothing, let him prove it.  Here Mr. Hare was called on for his proof, but taking it for granted that the board would be admitted, and the defence opened, he was not prepared with proof.  I demand, said Dennis, I demand an unsuit.  Here there was a consultation between the Justice and the Plaintiff, when the Justice said, I shall not nonsuit him, I shall continue the cause.  What, hang it up till next Court —­you had better hang me up then at once—­how can a poor man come here so often—­this may be the entertainment Pugnose advertises for horses, but by Jacquers, it is no entertainment for me—­I admit then, sooner than come again, I admit it.  You admit you owe him three pounds then for a month’s board?  I admit no such thing, I say I boarded with him a month, and was like Pat Moran’s cow at the end of it, at the lifting, bad luck to him.  A neighbour was here called who proved that the three pounds might be the usual price.  And do you know I taught his children to write at the school, said Dennis—­you might, answered the witness—­and what is that worth?  I don’t know—­you don’t know, faith I believe you’re right, said Dennis, for if the children are half as big rogues as the father, they might leave writing alone, or they’d be like to be hanged for forgery.  Here Dennis produced his account for teaching five children, two quarters, at 9 shillings a quarter each, 4 pounds 10s.  I am sorry, Mr. O’Brien, said the Justice, very sorry, but your defence will not avail you, your account is too large for one Justice, any sum over three pounds must be sued before two magistrates—­but I only want to offset as much as will pay the board—­it can’t be done in this shape, said the magistrate; I will