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BY THE WAY. The new high sheriff of Glamorganshire is Colonel John Picton Turbervill, of Ewenny Priory, Bridgend. A letter was lately received by the High Constable of Aberdare bearing the following address Sir L. N. Williams, Esq., Aberdare. Mr. David Duncan, J.P., of the South- Wertes Daily News, haa been elected a member of the London Reform Club. failures in England and Wales gazetted during the week ending March 7th, was 174. The number in the corresponding week of last year was 197, showing a. decrease of 23. A Gellifaelog correspondent says there was much surprise and disappointment when it was found that the list of now J. P.'s did not contain the name of a certain well-known tradesman in that salubrious locality. We hear a similar tale from Treharris. What a fine thing larnin' is In a quarter of a column leading article on tea, published in a con- temporary, the writer manages to drag in the follow- ing names and classical references: -James I., Pan- dora, Hesiod, Epimetheus, British Solomon, Byron, Stygian fumes of Tartarus, Cowper, Nasmyth hammer, Pepys, Hazlitt, and Leigh Hunt. The second numher of the Western. Mail literary supplement, issued this week, is a very considerable improvement on the first. More space is given to Welsh literature, the critiques in this department being written with a great deal of ability. The whole number is very interesting and readab'e. The pro- prietors of the Mail richly deserve success in this praiseworthy enterprise. Mr. Beddoe was examining a witness in the County Court on Friday. The judge interposed with a string of questions, when suddenly he pulled up with, But there, Mr. Beddoe, I am taking your place please proceed with your examination." But your Honour can do it far better than I," courteously replied Mr. Beddoe. Oh, I don't doubt that in the least," answered the joke-loving judge, amid great laughter, but I mustn't do your work." Next to doctors," said Judge Gwilym Willliams at the last Merthyr County Court, the people who disagree most are architects and builders." This was aprojxjs a doll's house, which a Merthyr builder valued at;CS 7s. Sd., and an Aberdare builder at £2 10s. His Honour should have rememliered that the doll's house was for one of the Aberdare Board schools, and that the scale there is lower all lound than is the case with the Merthyr Board. Considerable interest (writes a correspondent) is taken in Aberdare Junction in the anticipated attack on Cardiff by the Russian fleet in 1898, as foretold by Mr. Louis Tracy, and the Chamber of Trade are taking the matter into their consideration at an early meeting. The leading members of the Chamber think the Russians, having vanquished Shebeenopolis, will probably march in the direction of their town, which should, therefore, in their opinion, be protected by fortresses We qnote the following from the West-em Mail. :— People with capital letters are on the increase. Mr. W. Harris, the deputy American Consul (or the American Deputy Consul, or the American Consul's deputy-which is correct ? ) at Cardiff has been elected a F.R.G.S. Mr. Harris is a portly man, so it will not be necessary to have a bag to carry this bunch of initials. His interest in geography is explained by the fact that he is a native of Dowlais. Everybody in Dowlais roam (in books) all over the world to find if the Creator has duplicated Dowlais anywhere. A correspondent in a contemporary recalls a storv about a once famous Scottish judge, the Lord Justice Clerk Hope. His lordship was extremely partial to eating raw turnips, and when taking country walks frequently strayed into a turnip field for that pur- pose. Being one day surprised by a falmer-into whose field he had gone-in the act of eating a pur loined turnip, he was somewhat rudely ordered out. "Sir," said the judge, with all the dignity he could assume, and it was not I i -tle, "do you know who I am ? I am the Lorl Justice Clerk." You may be onybody's clerk ye like," replied the farmer; "come oot among my neaps" (turnips). The following is given as a specimen of a baboo pleader's eloquence :—My learned friend, with mere wind from a teapot, thinks to browbeat me from my legs. But this is mere gorilla warfare. I stand under the shoes of my client, and only seek to place my bone jf contention clearly in your Honour's eye. My learned friend vainly runs amuck upon the sheet anchors of my case. Your Honour will be pleased enough to observe that my client is a widow, a poor chap with one post-mortem son. A widow of this country, your Honour will be pleased enough to observe, is not like a widow of your Honour's country. A widow of this country is not able to eat more than one meal a day, or to wear clean clothes, or to look after a man. So my poor client had not such physic or mind .as to be able to assault the lusty complainant. For a quarter of a century Mr. Keith Frith has been an advocate at the Old Bailey, and in a lecture the other day ho passed in review the misdeeds of many notable felons who had come under his notice, and told stories about them. One tale iras about a parrot which was stolen from the house of a well- known barrister, now deceased. The thief was caught, but his advocate took an objection before the magistrate that the bird came under the legal descrip- tion of wild, and so could not bj made the subjeot of larceny. Hearing this objection, the parrot, address- ing his owner, said, "T told you so, you infernal old fool. Why didn't you charge him with stealing the cage ? He couldn't have got ont of that." Mr. Frith was once retained by a swell-mobsman to defend him. The accused called at his chambers and paid him half his retaining fee, promising him the rest the following day. The man had not been gone many minutes, however, before he returned and paid liP, saying that he had come across a bit of luck in the Strand." What that luck was he did not disclose. Juries also came in for some humorous comments. In one case an Irish juror had been "got at" to do his best to reduce a charge of murder to a conviction for man- slaughter. A verdict accordingly was the result. Thanked effusively by the prisoner's friends, the juror replied, I like to be as true as my word. The other eleven were in favour of finding him not guilty, but I insisted upon it being mansiatigii ter. Telegraph. -+-


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