Mr. WILLIAM GRIGGS, of No. 10, Edgware Road, whose very
singular pamphlet we gave some account of last week, has sent us a long letter, to which we must not .venture to give insertion. Mr. GRIGGS ought to know, that among jurymen, in libel trials, there are few persons so humanely considerate of newspaper extravagances, as Mr. FINCH of Kensington is of the extravagances of his inmates. One very curious story, however, Mr. GRIGGS'S letter does contain, the publication of which infers no responsibility that we may not venture to incur. He mentions the confinement at Mr. Fnicx's of Mr. WRIGHT, of champaign memory. It seems that, on one occasion since WRIGHT'S confinement, the establishment, which is still kept up by Mrs. WRIGHT, had an order for "some curious kind of wine," which neither clerk nor porter knew where to find. In this strait, Mrs. WRIGHT drove to Kensington, placed the insane man in a chaise, brought him home to his old well-known cellar, and informing him of the demand, he at once put his finger on the bin. He was then quietly reconducted to his place of confinement.
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