"Prisoner.—'O! O! O! O! O! Sally is the gal for me.'
"Judge (to officer).—Who is Sally? Some disreputable female I suppose.
"Officer.—She went up to the Island to-day, sir.
"Prisoner.—'O tell me, where is Fancy bred.'
"Judge.—I don't know anything about your fancy bread, if you have anything to say, go on.
"Prisoner.—'We'll all go bobbing around.'
"The Judge here became indignant, and demanded if he had a friend to become bail for him, to which query the prisoner hiccuped out,
"I'll never, never find—a better friend than old dog Tray.'
"Judge.—Can't take him, he is not responsible.
"Prisoner.—'I give thee all, I can no more.'