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 Charles Russell, Barrister. was the point. You were still arguing with him, when your solicitor, an eminently re spectable and even pious-looking man, with a black frock coat, kid gloves, and a white tie — he was solicitor, I believe, for half the county families in the district — rose, and turning round, whispered with great reserve,

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note-taking sometimes degenerates into a mere mechanical operation. Russell was taking no note, but he was thoroughly on the alert, glancing about the court, some times at the judge, sometimes at the jury, sometimes at the witness or the counsel on the other side. Suddenly he turned to the

SIR CHARLES RUSSELL. ' Mr. Russell, will you allow me — ' ' Damn you, sit down,' said you in a voice quite au dible to judge and jury. The effect was electrical. The solicitor sat down. The judge said no more. The jury collapsed. You then blazed away fiercely for another half hour without interruption from any one. The jury returned a verdict without leaving their seats" (p. 3). Again this : " One day a junior was taking a note in the orthodox fashion, and

junior and said, ' What are you doing? ' ' Taking a note,' was the answer. ' What the devil do you mean by saying you are taking a note? Why don't you watch the case?' he burst out. He had been ' watch ing ' the case. Something had happened to make a change of front necessary, and he wheeled his colleagues round almost before they had time to grasp the new situation" (p. 96). Russell would have made a great general.