THE BARON DE BOOK-WORMS.
JUSTICE FOR JUSTICE!
SCENE—A Court of Justice. Prisoner, a young man of eighteen, in the dock, weeping bitterly. His Uncle stands before him, and occasionally offers him smelling salts. General commiseration amongst the spectators, many of whom are ladies armed with opera-glasses. Police Constable under cross-examination.
Counsel for the Defence. And so, Constable, you had actually the heart to read the warrant to the Prisoner?
Witness. I did, Sir, in the execution of my duty.
Coun. for the Def. (scornfully). Duty! and to this he said nothing?
Wit. (in a low tone). Nothing, Sir—nothing!
Coun. for the Def. And I am not surprised! He might well say nothing to such an announcement! HE, a Gentleman by birth—education—everything—to be accused of forgery! It is too cruel!
Mr. Justice Punch (courteously but firmly). I do not wish to control the management of your case, Mr. MCSLANGER, but the time for you to address the Jury has not yet arrived.