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Prisoner's Defence. That is not fair, for them to prove against me all that they say. They did not accuse me nor any man with me at that time, and the next day they would not let us go to work; I went and got a pint of purl, and then came on board and went into the hold, and they tumbled me about, and said it was too late to come to work: they gave me a fist on the head and knock'd me down, and dragg'd me about by the legs. There were some halfpence in my pocket which were lost. When they were going to lick me the second time, I desired they would let me get my cloaths and my money, they carried me on the deck again, and for this quarrel they sent me here; it was not at all on the account of tobacco.

Thomas Newson - Lick It

P. Taylor. I us'd to make such locks asSee original these for his master: and I live in Kentish Town, so does the prosecutor. I know the prisoner was a very hard working lad, and his master has lick'd him very hard several times: I have heard his master say he was a very good harding working boy.

Foley. I us'd to send for him to a publick house at first, he us'd to ask me what it was for, I said you can partly guess, I suppose; have you got any thing, said he; I gave him a nod. Where are they? we did not mention shoes. I told him the first time, I had them not then, but would bring them at one the next day.

Foley. Neal had given me some money for some shoes, and a day's wages; I had some words in a publick house with a journeyman, the journeyman had got a warrant for me, and Mr Neal insisted upon my going before Justice Welch, and the other insisted on going before Justice Fielding, where he had the warrant. Fisher he gave in bail for us both.

For now, all he can do is recover what confidence he can. "Tomorrow I've just got to go out there shoot 66 and then go home and lick my wounds and get ready for Congressional," he said. McDowell will spend a few days at his parents' house in Portrush before meeting his coach, Pete Cowen, in Orlando for two days on the range. Expect that 48 hours to be intensive.

One of the most trusty of the corps was now detailed with a squad to hang crape upon the doors of the Democratic headquarters. Their lights were out--their garlands dead, and their banquet halls were deserted. Orr's office was found bolted, craped and the key-hole stopped up with an election calculation from the Spirit office, giving the Democratic ticket 300 majority in the county. He had turned philosopher and subsided early. The detail next went to Brewer's, but found obstructions near the door in the shape of a pile of wood. After various strategic movements the gallant squad flanked the wood pile and reached the door. The leader just then bethought him that the obstructions might be a pile of greenbacks thrown out to trade for wood, cord for cord, and forthwith he plunged his Barlow-Damascus blade into the innocent oak, and left a wiser and sadder devil. It was wood! Duncans, Stengers, the Spirit, &c., were duly draped and the detail returned. By this time the headquarters were filled up with both parties. Duncan, Kennedy, Douglas, Stenger, Kimmell and other defeated heroes, recovered their breath and mingled with the Union crowd and laughed disaster in the face. Kimmell dilated on the rural districts and the "frosty sons of thunder" in Somerset and yelled "served him right" as a dispatch was read announcing that Vallandigham had run only a few scattering votes in Ohio. Just then a suppressed voice was heard from the satanic corps in the corner--"Why is Judge Kimmell like a pile of brick?" "Give it up!" "Cause he may be turned himself but he can't turn a Somerset!" The foreman immediately split the fire-board over the imp's head, and he vaulted out of the room congratulating himself that kindling would be plenty in the morning. Dispatches from the leading towns of the State now flooded in, all announcing Curtin gains, and the crowd mingled merrily and fought the battle over loquaciously. Duncan waited until Allegheny was reported at from 8,000 to 10,000 and still rising; Lancaster at 6,000; Philadelphia at 7,000 and Dauphin at 1,500, when he determined to retire the Democratic army by proclamation. He therefore issued the following, which was read eleven times from the steps of the Spirit office and printed in letters of salt on the board fences for the cows to lick at: 041b061a72


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