feelings,— whether of approval or condemnation no one knew. It was soon discovered, however, when he was approached by the minister of the town, whose countenance bespoke his reli gious disapproval of the lynching. " What do you think of this, Judge? Isn't it awful?" inquired the minister with solemn indignation. "What do I think of it? " quickly responded the Judge, as if glad for an opportunity to give vent to his pent-up feelings. It 's all right, by sir 1 What do I think of it? " he repeated with emphasis; "I think, by sir, no damned Supreme Court will ever reverse that decision; that 's what I think of it 1" AN interesting chapter might be written on this subject — the recreations of lawyers. Of them the saying is pre-eminently true, Sua cuique voluftas. Mr. Justice Buller's idea of happiness was to sit at nisiprius all day and play whist all night. Sir George Jessel's predeliction for equity by day and whist by night was equally pronounced. Lord Lyndhurst's evening amuse ment was also whist and — oh I simplicity of true greatness— backgammon. How much nearer does this little glimpse of domesticity bring us to the Nestor of the House of Lords, especially when we are told that.he played both games very badly, and did not at all like being beaten. Lord Camden, like Lord North, devoted himself to music as a relaxation from study; and, strange as it may appear, music had charms for the rugged Thurlow. When he came into the drawing-room after dinner he generally put his legs on a sofa and one of his daughters played on the piano forte some of Handel's music, and, though he might sometimes appear to be dozing, if she played carelessly, or music he did not like, he immediately roused himself and called out, "What are you doing? " Another way which Thurlow had of relieving his ennui, when ex-Chancellor, was getting young lawyers to come to him in the evening to tell him what had been going on in the court of Chancer}'. On these occasions he was in the habit of censuring very freely the decisions of his successors. This was, at all events, better taste than that of Chief Justice Jeffreys, who used to keep a mimic to amuse his evenings by aping the judges and great law yers of the age. How much more innocent than both was the device of good old Sir Matthew
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Hale, who, " by way of ensuring entertainment at home, would keep a monkey or a parrot." Lord Campbell tells us that his chief amuse ment on circuit was in wandering about the town incognito, like Haroun al Raschid, and observing the manners of the people. Sir Alexander Cockburn's ruling passion was yachting. Sir Fred erick Pollock is an expert swordsman; Mr. Jus tice Wills an accomplished Alpine climber. Cricket, of course, like Catholic truth, is received semper, ubique, ab omnibus. To play it scien tifically, to play in county matches, requires more time than the practicing lawyer can afford; but to play it in an amateurish way is open to all. The present writer, then a very small boy, used to play at this invigorating pastime with the late Serjeant Parry, and he has a lively recollection of the portly Serjeant tripping on one occasion in his fielding and measuring his length on the greensward — " Many a rood he lay." Not so long ago Mr. Justice Grantham broke his leg in the most honorable manner in assisting at a vil lage cricket match. Shooting commands most votaries, perhaps, among the profession gener ally; it falls conveniently in the Long Vacation. Angling, the contemplative man's recreation, has special charms for the Chancery barrister, often a recluse. Kindersley was enamoured of both, and was always an ardent sportsman. He used to go salmon fishing in Norway long before that country had become tourist-ridden, and he looked forward with the keenest anticipation to his partridge shooting on the first of September. Yet even here, into these Arcadian pleasures, he was pursued at times by lawyers seeking the aid or protection of the court. We read in Eastern lands of the Cadi adminis tering justice under the palm tree, and sigh for the simplicity of such a scene, but what could be more charmingly primitive than the vice-chancellor on these occasions, seated under a hedge, with judi cial gravity, his gun and bag laid aside, granting an injunction against some threatened act of op pression or injustice or appointing a receiver — While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the astonished rustics ranged around.
There is surely, too, something more consonant here with the dignity of Justice than grantingi like Sir Lancelot Shadwell, a similar remedy from the deshabille of a bathing machine. The Law Times.
