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Unheeding all except one thought, one hope.
Upon the shore the fishers' wives knelt down
THE TWO GLASSES.
There sat two glasses filled to the brim,
Greater, far greater than king am I,
THE NOBLE NATURE.-BEN JONSON.
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
It was the plant and flower of light.
MR. O'HOOLAHAN'S MISTAKE.
An amusing scene occurred in Justice Young's court-room an evening or two since. Two sons of the “ould sod,” full of “chain-lightning” and law, rushed in, and, advanciog to the justice's little law-pulpit at the ai of the court room, both began talking at once.
“One at a time, if you please,” said the judge.
" Judye-yer-honor--will I sphake thin?” said one of the men.
“Silence!” roared his companion. “I am here ! Let me talk! Phwat do you know about law ?"
“Keep still yourself, sir," said the judge. "Let him say what he wants."
“Well, I want me naime aff the paiper. That's phwat I want," said the man. “Off what paper ?" said the judge.
Well, aff the paiper: ye ought to know what paiper. Sure, ye married me, they say."
“To whom?'' asked the judge.
“Some female, sir; and I don't want her, sir. It don't go! and I want me naime aff the paiper.”
“Silence!" roared the friend, bringing his huge fist down upon the little pulpit, just under the judge's nose, with a tremendous thwack. “Silence! I am here. Phwat do you know about law? Sure, yer honor, it was Tim McCloskey's wife that he married--his widdy, I mane. You married thim, yer honor."
“And I was dhrunk at the time, sir. Yis, sir; an' I was not a free aigent; an’I don't know a thing about it, sir-do ye see? I want me naime aff the paiper-I repudiate, sir.”
“Silence! Let me spake. Phwat do you know about law ?” bringing his fist down upon the judge's desk.
“But I was dhrunk: I was not at the time a free aigent."
“Silence! I am here to spake. It does not depind on that at all. It depinds--and there is the whole pint, both in law and equity-it depinds whether was the woman a sole thrader or not at the time this marriage was solemnated. That is the pint, both in law and equity!".
“But I was dhrunk at the time. Divil roawst me if I knowed I was gittin' married. I was not a free aigent. I want the judge to taik me naime aff the paiper. It don't go."
The judge tried to explain to the man that, drunk or sober, he was married to the woman fast enough, and, if he wanted a divorce, he must go to another court.
“Burn me up!” cried the man,“ if I go to another court. Ye married me, and ye can unmarry me. Taik me naime aff the paiper!”
"Silence!" cried the friend, bringing his fist down in close proximity to the judge's nose. “Phwat do you know about law? I admit, judge, that he must go to a higher court; that is (down comes the fist) if the woman can prove (whack) that she was at the time the marriage was solemnated (whack) a regularly ordained sole thrader (whack). On this pint it depinds, both in law and equity.”
“I have had enough of this !" cried the judge: “I cannot divorce you. You are married, and married you must remain, for all I can do."
“Ye won't taik me naime aff the paiper, thin!"
“Silence!" cried the partner, bringing down his fist, and raising a cloud of dust under the judge's nose. “It depinds whether, at the time, the woman was a regular sole"
“Get out of here,” cried the judge. “I've had about enough of this !” at the same time rising.
“Ye won't taik it aff? Very well, thin, I'll go hoam and devorce myself. I'll fire the thatch! I will—"
Here he glanced toward the front door: his under jaw drooped, he ceased speaking, and in a half-stooping posture he went out of the back door of the office like a shot.
The valiant friend and legal adviser also glanced toward the door, when he too, doubled up and scooted in the footsteps of his illustrious principal.
A look at the door showed it darkened by a woman about six feet in height, and so broad as to fill it almost from side to side.
The judge took a look at this mountain of flesh, doubled up, and was about to take the back track, but thought better of it, and took refuge behind his little law-pulpit.
The mountain advanced, gave utterance in a sort of internal rumble, and then, ainid fire, smoke, and burning lava, belched out,
“ Did I, or did I not see Michael O'Hoolahan sneak out of your back doore ?"
" I believe O'Hoolahan is the name of one of the gentlemen who just went out,” said the judge.
Advancing upon the pulpit, behind which the judge settled luwer and lower, the mountain belched,
“You be-e-lave! You know it was Michael O'Hoolahan! Now, what is all this connivin' in here about? Am I a widdy agin? Did ye taik his naime aff the paiper? Did ye taik it aff?"
“N-no," said the judge.
“No: I give you my word of honor I didn't, couldn't-I had no right.”
It's well for ye ye didn't. I'll tache him to be rinnin' about connivin' to lave me a lone widdy agin', whin I'm makin’a jintleman of him !"
With this she sailed back to the door, where she turned, and, shaking her fist, thus addressed the tip of the judge's nose, which alone was visible above the little pulpit,
Now, do ye mind that ye lave his naime on the paiper! I want no meddlin' wid a man waust I git him. No more connivin'!"
INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP.-Robt. BROWNING.
You know we French stormed Ratisbon:
A mile or so away,
Stood on our storining-day;
Legs wide, arms locked behind,
Oppressive with its mind.
That soar, to earth may fall,