A few days ago, a stranger who had obtained a “local habitation” at a public-house in this town, waited upon a shopkeeper (or rather shopkeepress—since the grey mare is said to be the better horse) in the Back-street, and presented some excellent samples of tea and tobacco, which he intimated in a whisper were specimens of smuggled goods which he had for sale at a merely nominal price, but which he durst not expose lest they might come under the notice of the officers of Her Majesty’s Excise.