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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 ич'// 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, facctiœ, anecdotes, etc. NOTES.

A LAWYER of inquiring turn oí mind, who recently argued a case before the Supreme Court at Washington, propounds the follow ing questions of Supreme interest: Does it necessarily follow that Harían is yellow merely because he is between White and Brown? Would one be justified in inferring that McKenna stands by night merely because he sits by Day? Would you conclude that Peckham lives on Capitol Hill merely because he has Holmes so near? Is it because the Chief Justice sits next toa Brewer that he is Fuller? A COLORED man at Marshalltown, Iowa, was brought into the Justice Court. Despite the efforts of his attorney the offender was bound over to await the action of the Grand Jury. When court convened the negro's counsel was not present. The case was called and the judge asked the defendant if he had an attorney. "Well, suh, I had one," he said, looking "but I ain't seen him since I was done up before the Justice, an' I guess he's done absconded, suh." ''Well, do you wish to employ another at torney?" asked the Court. "No, suh," was the answer. "I ain't got no money. I'se vvillin' to let God Almighty look after my case." "The Court will appoint a lawyer to assist votir counsel," was the reply from the bench.

IN one of the counties bordering on the Bay of San Francisco, is a judge whose brusqueness has not endeared him to the members of the profession. On one occasion, a young attorney was addressing the court when his Honor inter rupted him in the midst of a sentence: "Young man," said the Court, "I wish to ask you a question." "Certainly, sir," replied the young attor ney, all attention. "Have you been admitted to practice be fore the Supreme Court?" "Yes, sir," was the prompt reply. "Well," said the judge slowly, "the Su preme Court does some very funny things." AN old-time lawyer in a town not far from Lowell, Massachusetts, known to everybody as Uncle líen, was a lover of Old New England rum, and enjoyed an afternoon off occasionally, in the company of congenial spirits. At one of these gatherings Uncle Ben, turning to one of the good fellows present, said: "Teddy, if you hear your old Uncle Ben has departed from this life, and gone to the better world, go over to B.'s and buy a quart of good Old New England rum, put a feather in your pocket, and proceed to my house. You will probably find mother in tears. After expressing your regrets at the loss to the community and to the profession, ask to see old Uncle Ben. Mother will show you into the darkened front room; when you are alone, and in the presence of death, take out your rum, dip your feather in and rub it across my lips once or twice; and if I don't stick my tongue out, go to mother and my friends and tell them to let the funeral go on,—Uncle Ben is dead."