A good anecdote is related of a well-known vagabond, who was brought before a magistrate as a common vagrant. Having suddenly harpooned a good idea, he pulled from a capacious pocket of his tattered coat a loaf of bread and half of a dried codfish, and holding them up, with a triumphant look and gesture, to the magistrate, exclaimed, "You don't ketch him that way! I'm no vagrant. Ain't them wisible means o' support, I should like to know?"