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"ARK you the defendant? asked a man in the court room, speaking to an old negro. Xo, 'boss," was the reply. "I ain't done nothing to be called names like that. I'se got a lawyer here who does the defensing." "Then who are you?" "I'se the gentleman what stole the chickens." THE late Thomas B. Reed was a great lover of a good story, and no one enjoyed telling one better than he. He was very fond of relating the following one on himself and always seemed to delight in it as much as his hearers. When he applied for admission to the bar, he was examined as to his qualifications by the judge of the County Court aione. After answering a number of questions in a satis factory manner, he was asked by the judge whether the Legal Tender Act, which had just been passed by Congress, was, in his opinion, constitutional. Young Reed had never given the matter any consideration, but, being unwilling to display his ignorance, replied confidently that it was. "Well, I will admit you to the bar," said the judge. "1 examined another young man this morning, and asked him the same ques tion. He replied that it was not constitu tional. I admitted him, too. I am always glad to admit young gentlemen to the bar who can answer such grave constitutional questions off hand."

"WHY, gentlemen of the jury, this man is not, he cannot be guilty," said the lawyer de fending a man charged with grand larceny. "He never did a wrong act in his life. He and I were boys, reared together. I know him as well as he knows himself. He simply couldn't do anything wrong. He and I used to run around together; we used to steal watermelons together; that's his calibre, stealing watermelons; he'd never get up to stealing horses." And the man was acquitted. "OFFICER," asked the Police Court judge, ''what made you think the prisoner was drunk?" "Well, your Honor, as he was going along the sidewalk he ran plump into a street lamp-post. He backed away, replaced his hat on his head, and firmly started forward again, but once more ran into the post. Four times he tried to get by the post, <but each time his uncertain steps took him plump into the iron pole. After the fourth attempt and failure to past the post he backed off, fell to the pavement, and clutching his head in his hands, murmured, as one lost to all hope: ' 'Lost! Lost in an impenetrable forest!'" "Ten days," said the Court. IN a certain state, and during a certain scalawag administration, Bill Smith was en gaged quite extensively in practising petti foggery, and was to all intents and purposes 'a shyster. The greater part of his practice was done before Squire Brown. The squire always called him Sam, and treated him with undisguised contempt.One day Smith entering Brown's office found the dignitary in his shirt-sleeves, with