AN Anarchist1 Orator2 who had been struck in the face with a Dead Cat

　　by some Respector of Law to him unknown, had the Dead Cat arrested

　　and taken before a Magistrate3.

　　"Why do you appeal to the law?" said the Magistrate - "You who go

　　in for the abolition4 of law."

　　"That," replied the Anarchist, who was not without a certain

　　hardness of head, "that is none of your business; I am not bound to

　　be consistent. You sit here to do justice between me and this Dead

　　Cat."

　　"Very well," said the Magistrate, putting on the black cap and a

　　solemn look; "as the accused makes no defence, and is undoubtedly5

　　guilty, I sentence her to be eaten by the public executioner; and

　　as that position happens to be vacant, I appoint you to it, without

　　bonds."

　　One of the most delighted spectators at the execution was the

　　anonymous6 Respector of Law who had flung the condemned7.