It is easy to point out some places, only one third the magnitude of Birmingham, whose frequent breaches of the law, and quarrels among themselves, find employment for half a dozen magistrates, and four times that number of constables; whilst the business of this, was for many years conducted by a single Justice, the late John Wyrley, Esq.  If the reader should think I am mistaken and object, that parish affairs cannot be conducted without a second?  Let me reply, He conducted that second also.

As human nature is nearly the same, whether in or out of Birmingham; and as enormities seem more prevalent out than in, we may reasonably ascribe the cause to the extraordinary industry of the inhabitants, not allowing time to brood over, and bring forth mischief, equal to places of inferior diligence.

We have at present two acting magistrates to hold the beam of justice, the Rev. Benjamin Spencer, and Joseph Carles, Esq; who both reside at a distance.

Many of our corporate towns received their charters from that amiable, but unfortunate prince, Henry the Second.  These were the first dawnings of British liberty, after fixing the Norman yoke.  They were afterwards ratified and improved by the subsequent Kings of England; granting not only the manors, but many exclusive privileges.  But at this day, those places which were so remarkably favoured with the smiles of royalty, are not quite so free as those that were not.  The prosperity of this happy place proves the assertion, of which every man is free the moment he enters.

We often behold a pompous corporation, which sounds well in history, over something like a dirty village—­This is a head without a body.  The very reverse is our case—­We are a body without a head.  For though Birmingham has undergone an amazing alteration in extension, riches and population, yet the government is nearly the same as the Saxons left it.  This part of my important history therefore must suffer an eclipse:  This illustrious chapter, that rose in dazling brightness, must be veiled in the thick clouds of obscurity:  I shall figure with my corporation in a despicable light.  I am not able to bring upon the stage, a mayor and a group of aldermen, dressed in antique scarlet, bordered with fur, drawing a train of attendants; the meanest of which, even the pinder, is badged with silver:  Nor treat my guest with a band of music, in scarlet cloaks with broad laces.  I can grace the hand of my Birmingham fidler with only a rusty instrument, and his back with barely a whole coat; neither have I a mace for the inaugeration of the chief magistrate.  The reader, therefore, must either quit the place, or be satisfied with such entertainment as the company affords.

The officers, who are annually chosen, to direct in this prosperous feat of fortune, are

An High Bailiff.    Two High Tasters. 
Low Bailiff.        Two Low Tasters. 
Two Constables.     Two Asseirers.  And
Headborough.        Two Leather Sealers.

All which, the constables excepted, are no more than servants to the lord of the manor; and whose duty extends no farther, than to the preservation of the manorial rights.