The Only Twenty Dollar Felony Bond. the poor, and it is related that "he never took a fee, but pleaded all causes without any gratuity." Like the good King Pepin of Franee, he always wore a hair shirt next his person to prevent himself from feeling too comfortable. I once heard it said that a saint is a man who has performed the ordinary things of life in an extraordinarily good manner. Ives, ac cording to his chronicler, certainly attained at least this standard, but for much more weighty reasons he was canonized by Pope Clement VI. in 1347. His admission to the bar of "the land which is fairer than day" might be considered by some at this period a piece of sharp practice. Some of our enemies tell this story about the event: Like most of those who have gone to glory, Saint Ives died, the date of his death being May nineteenth, 1303, just as he had rounded out the half century. With a degree of promptitude, said to be foreign to the pro fession, he immediately presented himself at the golden gates. Finding the portals de serted, he hammered on the gates and de manded admission. Saint Peter, hearing the noise, and fearing that it might be some great personage who would consider him remiss in his attention to his duty, hurried to his post, looked at the visitor, and asked him the customary questions covering his name, age, residence and former occupation. "I am Ives," he replied, from Bretagne, and I am a lawyer; let me in." Saint Peter hesitated, and then ejaculated:
"A lawyer, you say." "Yes," he replied, "open the gates." Saint Peter, still more agitated by this strange reply and authorita tive demand, completely lost his nerve and without further ado admitted the strange ap plicant. When inside, Saint Ives, turning to Saint Peter, said: "Wha't is your name? What business were you formerly engaged in? What is your present occupation?" Saint Peter, still more flustered by this unexpected examination, answered: "I am Peter, and I used to be in the ship business. I am now porter of heaven, carry the keys, and hold my appointment from the Lord Himself." "Humph!" said Ives, "I wonder if you are. I have my doubts about it. Let me look at your commission." Saint Peter, completely dumbfounded by having his authority questioned, left ab ruptly, and hastening to his Master, said: "I have just admitted withjn the gates a per sonage named Ives, who says he is a lawyer, and who, as soon as he gained entrance with in the Court, questioned my authority as por ter of heaven, and asked to see my commis sion. What shall I do?" He was answered thus: "Now! Peter! That is the first lawyer who has ever been admitted into heaven, and let him be the last; for if these fellows get in here, their argu ments and disputations will soon create such dissension and turmoil in the Celestial Court, as will completely destroy the peace which surpasseth all their understanding."
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Napoleon in selecting his lieutenants. Among them was John D. Templeton, his Attorney-General, a young man of unusual dignity, with a fine legal mind. It was my good fortune, in 1869, to meet
