text:  If a Napoleon were to arise at any corner of any London street not five seconds would elapse until he would be "_hooked_" off to the station-house by Superintendent DOGSNOSE of the D division with an exulting mob of men and boys hooting at his heels: if Demosthenes or Cicero disguised as Chartist orators mounting a tub at Deptford were to Philippicize or entertain this motley auditory with speeches against Catiline or Verres straightway the Superintendent of the X division with a _posse_ of constables at his heels dismounts the patriot orator from his tub and hands him over to a plain-spoken business-like justice of the peace who regards an itinerant Cicero in the same unsympathizing point of view with any other vagabond