not pride nor haughtiness which brings me to persist in donning it every morning. It serves an important purpose in my attire, for, gentlemen, it covers the patches on my pants,"—and turning his back to the jtiry he raised the coat and displayed two large brown squares, neatly sewed to his black trousers. The act brought a storm of merri ment in the court room and made a hero of the man with patches on his pants. ' WHO is that lovely girl?"exclaimed the witty Lord Xorbury, in company with his friend Grant. "Miss Glass," replied the learned counsel. "Glass," reiterated the facetious judge. "I should often be intoxicated could I place such a glass to my lips." JUDGE S , now a leading member of the Tennessee bar, was once in partnership with a man named Jones, at the hamlet of Chickamauga, near the Georgia line. They dealt in merchandise. They dealt in everything; even liquor, of which both were at that time rather too fond; and the home consumption of that part of the stock in trade ruinously reduced the profits, until none were visible. The business was fast going to the dogs. S had already read enough law to know a thing or two about partnerships. He demanded a dissolution. Jones refused to dissolve. S started for the county seat in high dudgeon, announcing his intention to file a bill to dissolve the partnership and have a receiver appointed to wind up the business. He had his bill prepared, and deemed it iron clad, rock ribbed and copper bottomed. He secured a fiat of injunction to stop Jones from performing, and got back to the store just after dark. The store was dark. He tried the door. The door was locked. He crawled through a window, which he finally succeeded in raising, after it had raised his temper a good deal, and when fairly inside struck a match. Then he struck an attitude. The store was as empty as vacant space in mid air. S looked around in utmost bewilder
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ment. Something white, lying in the middle of the floor, attracted his attention. He picked it up. It was a note. He opened it. It was from Jones. He read: Lew:—You have gone to town to file a bill to wind up this business. Well, I have wound it up. I have filed a cross bill. I have taken what little truck there was left, and crossed the line into Georgia. Good bye, Lew. Bob. The men are fast friends -now, and often laugh about their early troubles. IN some parts of England an old custom, whose origin has not been discovered, still Jives. The right to allow cattle to graze on the roadside is a valuable one in many parts of Warwickshire and Dorsetshire, because the grass is kept in good condition and con stantly enriched until it is as fine as any to be found on the lawns of the mansions nearby. In some parts there is a strip of grass four or five feet wide by the roadside, and it is this strip which often yields a revenue to the par ish. At an old inn in the parish of Warton, in Warwickshire, an auction is held each Octo ber for the sale of the grazing rights on the roadside of the village, and the sale, which for at least two hundred years has been the annual event which makes life in Warton in teresting, is conducted by the road surveyor under regulations laid down in an Act of Parliament. Five lots are let for the year at each auction sale, and a tallow candle is used as a part of the ceremony. The sale takes place at night and a candle is divided into five lengths, each half an inch in length, these pieces represent the five lots, and as soon as the first piece is lighted the sale begins. The road surveyor proceeds to describe the lot. The company show not the slightest disposi tion to bid for the herbage until the candle light is dying out. Then the competition is remarkably brisk, and at the last flicker of flame the lot is knocked down. The second piece is lighted and so on until the five lengths of candle have been burned and the five lots let for the ensuing year.
