For a rusty rule, but fudge?
Why, a jury when you shut up,
Not as well shut up the judge?
Her First Visit to a Police-court.—Old Lady. “What a villainous-looking man the prisoner is!”
Friend. “Hush! That’s not the prisoner. That’s the magistrate!”
THOSE SILENT BOOTS
Burglar’s Ballad. Air—“Those Evening Bells.”