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.
