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PUBLISHED MONTHLY AT $4.00 PER ANNUM. SINGLE NUMBERS 50 CENTS. Communications in regard to the contents of the Magazine should be addressed to the Editor, THOS. TILESTON BALDWIN, 53 State Street, Boston, Mass.

The Editor will be glad to receive contributions of articles of moderate length upon subjects of interest to the profession; also anything in the way of legal antiquities or curiosi ties, facéties, anecdotes, etc. NOTES.

IN justice to THE GREEN BAG'S accurate and able London correspondent it should be said that the statement in the "London Le gal Letter" of last month that Whitaker Wright died from an appoplectic attack was in accord with the prevalent belief at the date of the "Letter." As soon as it became known, however, that Wright had died from poison, our correspondent wrote to call at tention to this fact, but through oversight the correction was not made. IRISH Magistrate (to prisoner at the bar): "Are ye guilty or not guilty?" Prisoner: "Not guilty, sor." Magistrate: "Thin git out of the coort. Phawt in the clivil are ye doin' heere if ye're not guilty?" IN Nevada County, California, a hum drum, shiftless fellow was found guilty by a jury of attempted burglary. Counsel had been appointed to defend him. Before pro nouncing sentence, the Court put the usual question: "Prisoner, have you anything to say why the sentence of the Court should not be im posed on you?" "No-o, your honor, except this: I want to thank your honor for your fairness and im partiality and your square treatment. I want to thank the jury, and every member of it, for the verdict; it was according to the evidence and the law. The District Attor ney did his duty all right, all right, and I want to thank him also. But, your honor,

I'd like to kick the fool of a judge who admitted my lawyer to practise." IN the Circuit Court at Lima, Ohio, the other day, Judson Harmon of Cincinnati, who was the Attorney General of the United States under President Cleveland, was try ing a case with Judge John A. Doyle, of Toledo, who was formerly of the Supreme Court of Ohio. In commenting, in his argument, on a brief which had been filed by the other side, Judge Doyle spoke of the "poetry" of it. When asked what he meant, he replied, that the Supreme Court of Ohio, when he was on that bench, used to call the lists of citations, one on each line, "the poetry." Whereupon Judge Harmon remarked that he hoped the Court alwavr "scanned" it! THE witness was a hard-fisted, resolute yeoman, with a bristling chin beard. "Mr. Gigson," said the attorney for the defense, "are you acquainted with the reputation of this man for truth and veracity, in the neigh borhood in which he lives?" "I reckon I am." replied the witness. "I will ask you to state what it is." "Well, sur, his rep'tation for truth ain't no good. His rep'tation for vrassity—well—that's diffrunt. Some says he does and some says he don't." "Witness," interrupted the judge, "do you know the meaning of 'veracity'?" "I reckon I do."

"What do you understand by the word?" The witness twirled his hat in his fingers for a few moments, without replying. Thenhe looked up defiantly. "I refuse to answer that question, judge," he said, "on the ground that it might dis criminate me."