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The Greçn Bag.
THE denunciation of "mixed bathing" by a Russian priest at Odessa, who has declared that such a practice is calculated to make the fishes blush, will recall one oí O'Connell's most celebrated retorts at the Bar. He was making a motion that a witness should be examined by commission at Killarney before the Irish King's Bench. The motion was opposed by a Mr. Scriven. a gentleman of somewhat morose temperament and a bitter opponent of O'Connell on public questions. O'Connell remarked jocosely that, if the motion were granted, his learned friend would have an opportunity of seeing the famous Lakes of Killarney, which he would be glad to show him. "You would," said Mr. Scriven, "like to put me at the bottom of one of them. "Oh, no/' said O'Connell, with the utmost apparent seriousness: "I would not be so inconsiderate. Why should I frighten the poor fishes?"—The Law Times. A PRISONER tried before a certain eminent judge for larceny had admitted his guilt when apprehended, but at the trial was de fended with great obstinacy by his counsel. "Gentlemen," said the judge, sarcastically, to the jury, "the prisoner says he is guilty. His counsel says he us not. You must de cide between them." Then, after a pause, he added: "There is just one thing to remember, gentlemen. The prisoner was there and his counsel wasn't.— The Boston Herald.
A. S. L. SHIELDS, Philadelphia's wellknown criminal lawyer, once turned a case in his favor by the happy inspiration of a side remark. George S. Graham, then district attorney of the Quaker City, was making his plea to the jury. Suddenly pointing to the prisoner, he shouted, "He lias been in politics too long to be honest!" He paused for a moment to let the full sig nificance of the words sink home, when in я quiet but penetrating voice. Mr. Shields, leaning toward the speaker, said :
"You've been in politics some little time yourself, haven't you, George?" The jury shook with laughter, .Mr. Gra ham sat down discomfited, and a few minutes later the twelve good men and true brought in a verdict of not guilty.—The Law Stu dent's Helper. LAST week a strapping negro woman was up before a magistrate, charged with unmer cifully beating her boy. "I don't understand how you can have the heart to treat your own child so cruelly," said the magistrate. "Jedge, has you been a parent of a wufles yaller boy like dat ar cub of mine?" "Never—no, never" (with great vehe mence—and getting red in the face.) "Den don't talk; you don' know nuffm about it."—Tlic Public Ledger (Philadelphia).
COL. Т. М. Ar'go and Capt. "Bill Day, lawyers representing Tudge Robert P. Peebles of Raleigh, N. C., in his contempt fight with the Robeson County lawyers, met a few friends on Fayetteville Street, among whom was a typical hayseeder whom no one of the crowd knew. The talk was of course on the contempt case, and Day said to the crowd: "What do you think about it?" Some answered and some didn't, and finally Day said to the hayseeder: "My friend, where are you from?" "I am from Robeson County, and am attending the Federal Court as a juror." "What do you think of your county con tempt case?1' "It is nothing but a petty squabble be tween a parcel of lawyers; there is no gentle men mixed up in it, and I certainly don't care whether it is the Judge or the lawyers that go to jail."—New York Times. ONCK it happened that a wagon was so clumsily driven as to crush a donkey against a wall and kill it. The owner of the donkey claimed damages, and a lawsuit was the re sult. His chief witness was the driver of the
