A SCENE IN COURT.

Southland Times, Issue 649, 27 March 1867, Page 3

A SCENE IN COURT.

In a case lately tried in the District Court, O'Eeilly v. Star, and reported in the Sydney Empire, in which the plaintiff sued to recover £1 for repairing a pair of "blacksmith's bellows, the following animated dialogue took place : — (Plaintiff, a genuine Hibernian, under cross-examination of defendent, a fellow countryman.) Defendent: What trade are ye, Mr. Beilly? Plaintiff : Arrah, now, is that yer dirty, mane, scurrilous intent ? Defendent (composedly) : Yer trade, Mister Keilly : j Plaintiff: Me thrade? Ye niver could earn half as much as me — pay me the pound, and nane ay your nonsense. Defendent (angrily) : What's yer trade? Plaintiff (sharply) : Ye haven't got me in your dirty smithy now, ye His Honor : Stop ! No names. Answer him, Mr. O'Eeilly. Plaintiff: I'm a bellows-maker and a plumber to boot, yer Lordship; and a good tradesman, but. the dirty mane skut thinks to degrade me. Defendent : A plumber, are ye ? Plaintiff . Yes, a plumber ; and what of it? Defendent : What did ye do to my bellows, Mister O'Eeilly ? Plaintiff : Ah, bad cess to ye ! what did ye, . to me in yer dirty smithy, when ye cotched me by the back of the neck, and nearly choked me for axing for my rights ? Eh ? D'ye mind that? TTia Honor: Answer questions; you have your remedy for the assault. . Plaintiff : O, thank your Lordship for yer lagal advice. I'll prosecute him for assault. Thank yer Lordship for your Lordship's sinsible lagal advice to me. His Honor : I've not advised you; I only say you have your remedy. Plaintiff: O, but sure yer Lordship, J can take the hint ; and I'll proscute him. (Turning to defendent) I'll prosecute ye for throttling me in yer dirty smithy, : as his Lordship advises. I'll make ye smart. jFTis Honor: Answer questions, Mr. O'Eeilly. . ; ■ Plaintiff : I'll answer yer Lordship Anything, I'm sixty-five years of age,' f»d ewer made a wrongful claim yet, v

Defendent : What did ye do to my bellows, Mr. Eeilly ? - — - ■■-■ Plaintiff, (disdainfully) : Yer bellows ? What did ye do wid them for five months after I mended them? Eh ? Defendent : After you mended them ! Plaintiff : Yes, afther I mended them, and was choked in yer dirty smithy for axing for my lagal rights ; but I'll prosecute you for that. Defendent: Yer Honor, I've got a witness 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 to get another ■ man to mend them This man knows nothing about mendin' 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 : Ah, yer comin' out wid yer dirt agin. Yer Honor, 1 didn't know the law of the country thin. I thought it was the same as in Ireland, where ye went for yer money and got it without any humbugging, but here, after lodging my plaint, bekase I didn't come to coort myself, my case was struck out. But I know the law now, and am here on my oath. His Honor : How long is it since you left Ireland?. Plaintiff: Only three years since, your Lordship, and sorrow's the day. After the next witness swore that plaintiff had made a bungling job of the bellows, and when plaintiff was asked if he had any questions to put, said : So ye say I made a bungling job av'em, eh? Witness : Yes — we couldn't get a heat out of 'em. Plaintiff : May the Lord forgive ye for yer infernal lies. Ay coorse ye expected goolden guineas out of 'em. The poor fellow ultimately lost his suit. ,