A SCENE IN COURT.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume II, Issue 37, 14 February 1867, Page 3

A SCENE IN COURT.

In a case lately tried in ihe District Court, O'Reilly v. Star, and reported in the Sydney Empire, iu which the plain till sued to recover £1 for repairing- a pair of blaciisiuiiliTs bellow*, (ho following animated dialogue took place : — (Plaintiff, a genuine Hibernian, under cross-examination of defendant, a fellow coun Iry man.) D_-feu dan fc : What trade are ye, Mr. Reilly ? Plaintiff: Arrah, now, is that yer dirty, mane, scurrilous intent? Defendant (composedly) : Yer trade, Mister Reilly? Plaintiff: Me thrade? Ye mver could earn half as much as me — pay me* the pound, aud nane av yer nonseuse. Defendant (angrily): What's yer trade? Plaintiff (sharply): Ye havn't got me in your dirty smithy now, ye His Honor : Stop ! No names. Answer him, Mr. O'Reilly. Plaintiff: I'm a bellows-maker and a plumber, to boot, yer Lordship ; and a good tradesman, but the dirty, maue skut thinks to degrade rue. Defendant: A plumber, are ye? Plaintiff: Yes, a plumber ; and what of it? Defendant : What did ye do to my bellows, Mister O'Reilly? Plaintiff: Ab, bad cess to ye! what did ye do to me in yer dirty smithy, wheu ye cotched me be the back of the neck, and nearly choked me for axing for my rights? Eh? D'ye mind that? His lionor : Answer questions ; you have your remedv for the assault. Plaintiff: 0, thank your Lordship for yer lagal advice. I'll prosecute him for assault. . Thauk yer Lordship for yer Lordship's sinsible lagal advice to mc. His Honor: I've not advised you; I •only say you have your remedy. Plain tfff: 0, but sure, yer Lordship, I can take the hint ; and I'll prosecute him. (Turning to defendant) I'll prosecute ye for throttling me in yer dirty smitby, as his Lordship advises, I'll make jo smarfc.

His Honor : Answer questions, Mr. O'Reilly. Plaintiff : I'll answer yer Lordship anything. I'm sixty-five years of age, and never made a wrongful claim yet. Defendant : What did ye do to my bellows, Mr. Reilly? Plaintiff, (disdainfully): Yer bellows? What did ye do wid them for five months after I mended them? Eh? Defendant : After you mended them! Plaintiff: Yos, afther I mended them, and was choked in yer dirty smithy for axing for my lagal rights . bufc I'll prosecute you for that. Defendant : Yer Honor, I've got a wituess that'll prove he only took off a portion of the leather and nailed it on again with the old nails, and made the bellows so bad that I had lo get another man to mend them. This rnau knows nothing about mend in' bellows, yet he had the imperence to ask £4 to put some new leather on 'em. Besides, this case was settled afore in court. Plaintiff: All, yer comin' out wid yer dirt agin. Yer Hou or, I didn't know the law of the counthry thin. I thought ifc was the same as in Ireland, where ye went for yer mouey and got it without any humbugging, but here, after lodging my plaint, bekase I didn't come to coort roystrif. my eiu--e w..;- .si-ruok out. But I know the law now, and am here on my oath. His Honor : How long is it since you lefr. Ireland? Plaintiff: Only three years since, your Lord "hip, aud sorrow's the day. After the next witness swore thafc plaiutiff had made a bungling job of the bellows, aud when plaintiff was asked if he had any questions to put, said : So ye say I made a burbling job av 'em, eh? Witness : Yes — we couldn't get a heat oufc of 'em. Plait: till : May tbe Lord forgive ye for yer infernal lies. Av coorse ye expected goolden guineas out of 'em. The poor fellow ultimately lost his suit.