A LAWYER'S APPEAL.

Patea Mail, Volume II, Issue 183, 10 January 1877, Page 2

A LAWYER'S APPEAL.

——o May it please the court and the jury, —Front the snow clad summits of Ararat where for thousands of years the Ark of Noah has reposed in lonely grandeur, to the soft; cerulean isles of the Grecian Archipelago, has the name and fame of my client extended : his forefathers fit at the battle of the Nile, and danced Jnha on the brow of Bunker Hill; yet these witnesses have the infernal audacity to say lie stole those eggs. Why my client has soared aloft into the regions of immortal and transcendent fancy, where angels might blush to dwell; and he might have soared on the wings of his own stupendous and glorious intellect still higher, had not this ere tribe of perjured men tried to make him fall; like a hickory saw log into a null pond. But the court knows, I know, all nature knows, that a man of his gorgeous magnificence could not be guilty of stealing eggs ; and oven if he did steal ’em they were as rotten as Denmark; arid had smell enough to stock a dozen polecats whh perfumery for a year. Gentlemen, the evidence isn’t worth reviewing; consequently, I shall close my appeal by informing you, that if yon don’t acquit my client, you’ll, every mother’s son of you, get your necks twisted into double jointed cork screws, as sure as Belshazzar’s dead. —American* Paper.