HE'S DRUNK.

Oamaru Mail, Volume I, Issue 298, 7 April 1877, Page 2

HE'S DRUNK.

While Mr. Watt, R.M., was listening-, with a com.tennice a> grave as that of a sexton, to a deplorable story told yesterday by the Inspector of Nuisances about a dead dog that had been allowed to rot and eo.Tiipt without either a Christian or anyother kin J. <>f but\al, a carious interrupti..n woke U[> the Police Court fV >ui its lethargy. "Oi can hassnre yer W.is nip it—it -it'll be pa—pa paid, yer Wushup, in 'arf an hour, yer W.is'iup," s pieaked a voice like the sotiiid of a penny'whistle suffering frjin influ-nzi, from tao midst of a motley crowd of swarthy C.iiianeu and Europeans in the hack benches. " Brin .1 tiat man forward," impt-riously roared Inspector Mallard, as the lynx eye of a vigilant attendant constable caught sight of a little elderly man with a, dirty, greasy face and a round ba.re head, from which three groups of strong bristles projected like pigmy horns. The old man, who had evidently just finished some 40 winks, staggered forward, rubbing bis eyes. " Who are yon I" asked the Magistrate, apparently thinking that the man might be the defendant ii\ the dead dog case. " Oi'll pay, yer Wushup, in 'arf an hour—l shu—shu—. shure you," ejaculated the little fellow, with another stagger. " He's drunk," exclaimed the indignant Inspector. "Ho is treating your Worship with contempt," and then followed a broad grin all round the audience. " We'll remand him till, to-morrow," said the Bench. " I 'shure yer Wush—Wush—Wushup I'll pay yer in 'arf an hour ; I does," pleaded eyes. " Take liim away, constable, and lock him up," said the Inspector ; and the drowsy little fuddler was escorted by a stalwart policeman to the free boardinghouse at the rear of the premises.— Guardian.