Mr. Crasher. If the Court stands that, of course I can.
Mr. Slasher. The Court is sitting.
Mr. Crasher. Is it?
Mr. Slasher. Of course it is.
Mr. Crasher. Ah!
Mr. Slasher. Ah too, if you come to that.
[The Judge joins in the repartees, which are protracted so long that Mr. Gubbins takes off his shoe, and swears that unless his sentence is passed he will "shy it" (to use his objectionable expression) "at the old un's nob." He is condemned to three months' imprisonment, and the next case is called.]
THE PRICE OF A LORD MAYOR'S GOWN.
Every "family man" will appreciate the annoyance of being called on frequently for "a new gown;" but the most expensive milliner's bill would be a mere song—to a moderate tune—compared with the cost of a "new gown" for the Lord Mayor of London. In the evidence before the City Corporation Commission we find it stated by Mr. Acland, that