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The Editor теч'й 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, facetiœ, anecdotes, etc. NOTES.

"EDUCATION is a great thing." "Yes, it turns out some mighty intelligent criminals.'' JUDGE—Have you anything to say. prisoner? The prisoner—No, your honor, I expect what you say'Il be plenty. MAGISTRATE—The evidence clearly shows that you threw a stone at this man. Prisoner—Sure an' th' looks av th' man shows more than that, yuré honor. It shows thot oi hit him. AT one of the registration places in his State, Congressman Hankhead, of Alabama, stood listening to the election officers test ing a colored man's qualifications for exer cising the right of suffrage. The negro was unusually intelligent and one of the officials said quietly to the congressman, "That's a very smart darky. He has answered every question correctly." "Ask him to explain a writ of ccrtiorari," suggested Mr. Bankhead. This was done and the negro, after scratching his head, said: "'Deed, boss, I guess you done got me. I doan know whah clah is, 'less it's somethin' to keep a nigger from votin'." THE following anecdote is told of Mr. Chief Justice Waite:

During the late seventies, an old man of rustic simplicity stepped into the Supreme Court room at Washington, and seated him self on one of the benches set apart for visitors. He listened attentively for a short time to the arguments of counsel in a case then before the court. Presently, edging over to the attendant at the door, he whispered: "What is the Chief Justice's name?" "Waite," answered the doorkeeper. The old gentleman nodded his head, and with a puzzled expression said, "All right," and resumed his seat. After a short while he returned to the attendant and agnin whispered : "Now do you mind tellin' me who the Chief Justice is?" "Vaite, I told you," rejoined the door keeper, this time with a surly snarl. This proved too much for the visitor. In a hoarse whisper, audible throughout the entire court room, he said: "See here, now, young man, you've tol' me to wait twice, but I've ben a watchin' you, and you h'aint ben a doin' a blamed thing. I'll see whether I've got to wait vour conwenience." With that outburst the old man trudged angrily out, leaving the doorkeeper in a fit of laughter that threatened the loss of his position. PATRICK A. COLLINS. Mayor of Bis'on, tells a story of a negro who was arrested for stealing. He had been caught helping himself to the contents of the cash drawer in the store of a Mr. Appleton. The magis trate before whom the negro was brought knew him, and was much surprised to learn the charge against the prisoner. Looking at the negro earnestly, he said: "Sam, I'm