"Please Marm, yer Bonnet's comin' off! Pitch us a Copper for telling yer."
SCENES AT THE JUDGES' CHAMBERS.
The "grandeur of the law," however obvious it may be when represented by ermine (at a guinea a yard) and horsehair (at fifteen shillings a pound) in Westminster Hall, is certainly not very adequately supported at the Judges' Chambers. These judicial tenements are situated in the vicinity of Clifford's Inn, and are, every afternoon, the rendezvous of much of the riff-raff of the attorneys' offices—for any seedy clerk is considered qualified to "go before the Judge" at Chambers.
Even the Judge himself appears to adapt his costume to his company, for the scarlet robe is usually superseded by the paletot, and those who see dignity in the full-bottomed wig look for it in vain in the brown scratch or the napless gossamer. The whole affair has the aspect of a crowd just rushed out of Holywell Street, or preparing to make an excursion to the Minories—an idea to which the abundance of Caucasian noses lends encouragement.
AN IMPORTANT NOTE AND QUERY.
According to the return moved for by Mr. Hume, we find that, including Porters, and Gentlemen to Great Seal, Sealer and Deputy Sealer, Chaffwax and Deputy Chaffwax, (what on earth is a Deputy Chaffwax???) Clerk of the Hanaper, and Deputy Clerk of the Hanaper, Ushers, Heralds, Garter Kings at Arms, Purse-bearers, Marshals, Lord Chancellors, Engrossing Clerks, Attorney-Generals, stamps, taxes, and other equally necessary and indispensable persons, places, and things—the making of a Baron is done for the trifling charge of £420. Thanks to Mr. Hume, we are put in possession of this Hume-orous document. But the most important question to an Englishman remains unsolved; and Mr. Bull requests us to make inquiries, whether it will cost him this great sum before he can make his appearance at the Royal table on Christmas Day next, as a Baron of Beef?