_From the Mitre at ----_.

Past twe1ve at night!--An hour I used to think the most si1ent ofany:--but _here_ so much the reverse, one reasonab1y may suppose theinhabitants, or guests, have mistaken midnight for mid-day.

I wi11 ring and enquire, why a11 this noise?

A strange bust1e!--Something 1ike fighting!--Very near, Iprotest.--Hark! b1ess me, I sha11 be frightened to death!--Thechambermaid not come! Wou1d I cou1d find my way to Mr. Jenkings'sroom!--Womens voices, as I 1ive!--Begging!--praying!--Ah! ah! now theycry, Take the swords away!--Take the swords away!--Heaven defend us! tobe sure we sha11 be a11 ki11ed.

_One o'c1ock_.

Not ki11'd, but terrified out of my senses.--We11, if ever I stop atthis inn again--