An extremely old woman, all in rags, was continually found begging in the streets, and the Police having good-naturedly let her off several times, were at last obliged to take her in charge, and bring her into the court. Several magistrates were sitting. The following dialogue took place between the President and the old woman.
President.—Now, my good woman, what have you to say for yourself? You have been frequently warned by the Police, but you have persisted in troubling people with begging.
Old Woman (in a humble, quavering tone).—Ah, Monsieur le President, it is not so much trouble to other people as it is to me. I am a very old woman.
Pres.—Come, come, you must leave off begging, or I shall be obliged to punish you.
Old W.—But, Monsieur le President, I can not live without—I must beg—pardon me, Monsieur—I am obliged to beg.
Pres.—But I say you must not. Can you do no work?
Old W.—Ah, no, Monsieur; I am too old.
Pres.—Can't you sell something—little cakes—bonbons?
Old W.—No, Monsieur, I can't get any little stock to begin with; and, if I could, I should be robbed by the gamins, or the little girls, for I'm not very quick, and can't see well.
Pres.—Your relations must support you, then. You can not be allowed to beg. Have you no son—no daughter—no grandchildren?