dripping-pan; Dishcloth pushed him into the drippingpan, which spoiled his clothes, and he was advised to bring his action against the cook-maid, the proceedings of which were as follows. The first person who spoke was Mr. Sergeant Snuffle; he began, saying, "Since I have the honor to be pitched upon to open this cause to your Lordship, I shall not impertinently presume to take up any of your Lordship's time by a round-about circumloc utory manner of speaking or talking, quite foreign to the purpose, and not anywise relating to the matter in hand. I shall, I will, I design to show what damages my client has sustained hereupon, whereupon, and thereupon. Now, my Lord, my client being a servant in the same family with Dishcloth, and not being on board wages, imagined he had a right to the fee-simple of the dripping-pan, therefore he made an attachment on the sop with his right hand, which the defendant replevied with her left hand, tripped us up, and tumbled us into the drippingpan. Now in Broughton's Reports, Slack, versus Smallwood, it is said, that primus strokus sine jocus, absolutus est provokus; now, who gave the primus strokus? who gave the first offence? Why, the cook; she brought the dripping-pan there; for, my Lord, though we will allow, if we had not been there we could not have been thrown down there; yet, my Lord, if the dripping-pan had not been there, it is decidedly clear we could not have tumbled down into the dripping-pan." The next counsel, on the same side, began with, "My Lord, he who makes use of many words to no purpose has not much to say for himself, therefore I shall come to the point at once; at once and immediately, I shall come to the point. My client was in liquor-the liquor in him having served an ejectment upon his understanding, common sense was nonsuited, and he was a man beside himself, as Dr. Biblibus declares, in his Dissertation upon Bumpers; in the 139th volume of the Abridgment of the Statutes, pp. 1286, he says that a drunken man is komo duplicans, or a double man, not only because he sees things double, but also because he is not as he should be, perfecto ipse he, but is as he should not be, defecto tipse he." The counsel on the other side rose up gracefully, playing with his ruffles prettily, and tossing the ties of his wig about emphatically. He began with, "My Lud, and you, Gentlemen of the Jury, I humbly do conceive I have the authority to declare that I am counsel in this case for the defendant; therefore, my Lud, I shall not flourish away in words; words are no more than filagree work; some people may think them an embellishment, but to me it is as an utter astonishment how anyone can be so impertinent, to the detriment of all rudiment. But, my Lud, this is not to be looked at through the medium of right and wrong; for the law knows no medium, and right and wrong are but its shadows. Now, in the first place, they have called a kitchen my client's premises. Now, a kitchen is nobody's premises; a kitchen is not a warehouse, nor a wash-house-an inn-house, nor an outhouse-nor a dwelling-house-no, my Lud, 'tis absolutely and bona fide neither more nor less than a kitchen; or as the law more classically expresses, a kitchen is--cameria necessaria pro usus cookaree, cum saucepanis, stewpanis'scullero, dresserro, coal-holo, stovis, smokejacko, pro rostandum, boilandum, fryandum, et plum-pudding mixandum, pro turtle-soupes, calves-head hashibus, cum calipash, et calipashibus. Now, we shall not avail ourselves of an alibi; but admit of the existence of a cook-maid. Now, my Lud, we shall take it upon a new ground, and beg a new trial; for, as they have curtailed our names from plain Mary into Moll, I hope the Court will not allow of this; for if they were to allow of mistakes, what would the law do?-for, when the law don't find mistakes, it is the business of the law to make them." Therefore, the Court allowed them the liberty of a new trial; for the law is our liberty, and it is happy for us that we have the liberty of geing tɔ law. HILDA, SPINNING. Spinning, spinuing, by the sea, On a stormy, rock-ribbed shore, Spinning, at her lonely window, With her candle burning clear, And her sweet voice crooning low On a bitter night in March, Hilda, very young and fair, Watched the roaring sea-and smiled Through that woful night in March, What, though all the winds were out Richard's boat was tried and true; Said she, breathing forth a prayer: But, at length, the morning dawned Calm, in azure splendor, lay With her waves of golden hair Hilda ran along the shore, Gazing off the waters o'er; Ah! he came in with the tide, Tossed upon the shining sands, Bruised and torn his forehead fair- Hilda watched beside her dead Of those hours of mortal woe What she promised in the darkness, But upon that rock-ribbed shore Burns a beacon evermore; And, beside it, all the night, Hilda guards the lonely light, Though what vowed she in the darkness Spinning, spinning by the sea, While her candle, gleaming wide Guides with steady, changeless ray, The lone fisher up the bay, Hilda spins beside the sea, Through the night. Fifty years of patient spinning Old and worn, she sleeps to-day, Still is telling of her spinning BEAR BUTTE MOUNTAIN.-REV. DAVID WILSON. This mountain is a detached peak of the Black Hills, and can be seen at a distance of ninety miles. Its altitude is 5200 feet above the level of the ocean. Venerable, ancient, solitary mound, Uprising like a giant in the path Of conquering armies. Mighty one! Thy crested helmet resting 'neath the clouds, Upon thy sable brow. Thy visored face Bronzed, blackened by the storms of many years, A shadow weaves around his timid feet. Thou wert a hero 'midst surrounding chiefs, When boulder mountains, in contention grand or loud, And rose majestic o'er a floating world. Oh! giant mountain, speak, if now ye can Thou'st stood, a silent warder of the plain, |