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Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 1888, 21 January 1875, Page 3

Simply Brutal.-- A lodging-house fiend tells the story that, in a recent thun-der-storm, the warring of the elements was so awe-inspiring that the hair in a dish ot butter in the pantry turned completely white during the night. Scene in a Westebn Court. — " Judge, I appear for the defendant. Your time, I* know, is precious, as must be the case with so valued a member of society. The case is perfectly clear, and I know your learning and lucid intelligence. For me to argue would not only be a waste of time, but an insult to your penetration. Much might be said, but I know nothing is needed. Before any other judge I would lay down the rules of the law, but here 1 know they have been deeply studied and wisely understood. I look around me and behold a humble house of logs, yet I see before me the spirit of truth, the unpurchased distributor of law, and the old tenement rises before my mental vision proud and beautiful as a majestic temple of justice. Judge, I have a bottle of prime whisky in my pooket; for the respect I bear your character allow me to make you a preof it.'' Verdict for the defendant.