We wonder who is the inspector of noises, to whom could plaint be made, or could any one tell us any way in which any one could bring any pressure to bear on any body so as to silence that incessant noi3e from passing drays that so disturbs the administration of justice in the Police Court. It may be at the moment when Mr. Joy is rejoicing in having posed an awkard witness, or Mr. Wynn is winning the truth from a reluctant victim, or Mr. Naughton has raised himself erect, his countenance suffused with that expression of satisfaction which betokens that at length- he has caught his fish in the meshes of the law, when presto ! there is a shaking and a rumbling, the magisterial brow is wrinkled, and the judicial nose is curled, and prosecutor, advocates, reporter, and people betray simulteneous evidence, each according to his manner, of impressible irritation ; the rites of Themis are interrupted, aud her temple hushed in the silence of terrific noise. Is there no remedy for this ? Would
anybody be trenching on any other body's prerogatives, if somebody would direct that the biggest stones in the street should be pounded down with a sledge hammer, and that a few cart loads of bark should be thrown to deaden the sound of passing drays ? It might convey the idea to the uninformed that Justice was sick within, nevertheless would it contribute mightily to the healthy administration of Justice by preserving the serenity of the Magistirial temper.
There are some of our city Arab 3 who really would bo benefitted by being made a little acquainted with the law in the embodied form of a policeman. Last night as a gentleman was passing at the lower end of Queenstreet, two or three boys were amusing themselves flinging various substances at one another. On his remonstrating with them, he had scarcely turned his back when he was saluted by a large lump of dirt striking him on the back of the neck. The boys had cleared off before the bystanders had time to inflict that chastisment which wa3 so richly deserved.
In the Police Court to-day there was no business, save the usual levee, held for the formanpresentation of those who had been paying undue devotion to Bacchus overnight. Some six or eight made their bow to the representative of authority and paid the usual tribute to the claims of sobriety and good order.
A native policeman named Rower arrived this morning from Raglan in charge of a man named W. B. Caulson, committed for six weeks to Mount Eden Gaol from that district for larceny.
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Auckland Star, Volume I, Issue 69, 29 March 1870, Page 2
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