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printed on paper of a certain prescribed length and width, leaving on each page a blank margin of two inches. The more conservative of the older members of the Bar were greatly opposed to this rule, and insisted that it caused a needless outlay of money for their clients, etc., etc. Among those so objecting was the late Judge Rosecrans, then at the Bar of Saratoga County. It soon happened that the Judge had a case on appeals to argue before the court at general term. Deter mined to disregard or evade the rule, he prepared his points very carefully and committed them to memory. The time came for argument of the cause. His opponent was the late Judge Hay, famed in his day for keen, incisive wit. When the case was called Rosecrans arose and began his argument. Presently the presiding Judge stopped him and asked him where were his printed points. "They are here, if the court please," replied Rosecrans, tapping his magnifi cent forehead with the tip of his finger. " Yes," snapped out Judge Hay, " and a great deal more blank margin than the rule requires." For once in his life, the laugh was decidedly on Judge Rosecrans.

A Georgia magistrate was perplexed by the conflicting claims of two women for a baby, each contending that she was the mother of it. The judge remembered Solomon, and drawing a bowie knife from his boot, declared he would give half to each. The women were shocked, but had no doubt of the authority and purpose of the judge to make the proposed compromise. "Don't do that," they both screamed in uni son, "you can keep it yourself."

Ephraim Flint, the veteran lawyer of Dover, Me., who died recently, was once fined by a country justice of the peace for contempt of court in telling the magistrate too bluntly what he thought of one of his decisions. Mr. Flint was not taken back by the justice's order to his clerk. "All right," he said, " I have got a note in my pocket against you which I have been trying to collect for the past ten years, and I'll endorse the fine on it. I never expected to get that much," and suiting the action to the words, he pulled out the note and made the endorsement.

A contemporary tells a good story of the rather cheap amusement to be gained from attri buting to counsel, as a private individual, the pronouncements he makes in the name of his client. "The fact is, my lord," said a barrister in the courts lately, on behalf of an imprisoned artisan, " during the last three months we have not made enough to keep ourselves and our fam ily." The signs of merriment were at once per ceivable among the members of the Junior Bar, who of late have not been overburdened with work, and the judge smilingly remarked : " No, no. The fact is you are making very good wages, but you won't pay your debts."

The late Senator Vance of North Carolina was as prominent as a lawyer as he was in public life. Many anecdotes are related of him. Soon after the famous Burchard incident, he married a second wife, who was a Roman Catholic, while he was a Presbyterian. To some one who expressed surprise at this, he said he had " tried Rum and Rebellion, and thought he would now see what virtue there was in Romanism." In 1870 he was elected to the United States Senate, but his " disabilities " not having been removed — he had been Governor of North Carolina during the war — after waiting a year without admission, he had to send in his resigna tion. On his way home in a despondent mood, he happened to sit behind two ministers who learnedly discussed the doctrine of " election." Knowing his Calvinistic faith, they finally ap pealed to him. " Well, gentlemen," said he, " my experience is that ' election ' will not amount to much unless you first get your ' disabilities ' re moved." On one occasion he was being driven across the country by a colored driver, who talked about the doctrine of election and free grace. Finally the Senator ventured to ask what the driver thought of his chance of election to sal vation. "Well, Mass Vance," said the polite driver, " I ain't never heard of nobody being 'lected to anything 'thout he were a candidate."

In a recent written examination of applicants for admission to the Bar of Ohio, the following question was put to one of the candidates :