REGINA V. HONEYWELL.

Tuapeka Times, Volume VII, Issue 348, 18 April 1874, Page 3

REGINA V. HONEYWELL.

{To the editor of the " Otago Guardian.")

Sir. — I 6ee, by a pai-agraph in your paper to-day you call attention to a statement made by Honeywell that I refused to call medical witnesses for the defence when urged to do so by him. It may have been the case that the gentleman referred might have made tho case more clear in favour of the prisoner ; but as I had elicited evidence which to my apprehension was clearly and conclusively favourable to the prisoner from the Crown witness, Dr. Thompson, I can scarcely see upon what grounds I could expect that similar evidence adduced for the defoncc could have any greater weight ; and as I had no opportunity of knowing the nature of the evidence those gentlomcn would give, I am of opinion that I exercised a wise discretion in not calling them. I may state that I called one witness at the urgent request of the prisoner, and one who I was givon to understand had pressed his services as a favourable witness upon the prisoner, who gave evidence strongly unfavourable. I refer to Sergeant Daly. Again I beg to repeat that evidence as to other probable causes of rupture was given in crossexamination of Dr. Thompson, and I am perfectly sure that a reference to Dr. Thompson himself, and to your reporter's notes, and those of the other gentlemen of the Press, will show that my recollection is correct on this point. Nothing could be more entirely unfounded than the statement made by Honeywell regarding the absence of this evidence. — I am, &c, John Mouat.

"An effeminate man," says a recent writer, "is a weak poultice. He is a cross between table-beer and ginger -pop, with -the cork left out ; a fresh-water mermaid found in a cow pasture with her hands filled with dandelions. He is a teacup full of syllabub ; a kitten in trousers ; a sick monkey with a blonde moustache. He is a vine without any tendrils; a fly drowned in oil ; a paper kite in a dead calm. He lives like a butterfly — nobody can tell why. He is as harmless as a pennyworth of sugarcandy, and as useless as. a shirt-button without a hole. .He is as lazy as a slug, and has no more hope than last year's summer fly. He goes through life on tiptoe, and dies like Cologne-water spilt over the ground'"