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Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 2512, 24 January 1877, Page 2

Refreshment fob the Bench.—A story is told of venerable Judge H. The other day, while holding the Circuit Courl, he grew weary of the endless tongues of attorneys, and, calling to a bailiff, said, huskily, " Go over to the Hole in the Wall and bring me a drink of whisky." The bailiff disappeared, and reappeared shortly with an inch and a half of corn-juice in a glass, enough for any Christian man, but not a sufficiency for an Alabama judiciary system. "Go back/ growled the judge, "and tell Hagerty to send me a drink —a drink of whiskey." The bailiff disapppared again, and reappeared a second time with a tumbler brimming, fall, " Ah," answered the wearer of the ermine, . " that, now, is a drink. But what," wiping his lips with the cuff of his coat, "did he say P " Oh, he didn't say anything, your honour,'' answered the bailiff, blushing. " Oh, yes, he must have made some remark. Now whatdid he say ?" " Well, I don't like to tell you, sah, your honour." " Go on and tell me exactly whathe said," demanded the judge. " Well, sa'h, your . honour," drawled out the bailiff, " he said, 'I sent him a drink of whiskey at first, I didn't know that the old fool wanted to take a bath.'"—American paper.