DOI issue:
February 6, 1892
DOI Page / Citation link: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17693#0080
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[Februaky 6, 1892.
SHOWING THAT SOMETIMES IT IS GOOD FOR A GOBBLER NOJ TO STICK TO HIS LAST.
Fair Matron. "I remember your acting 'Sir Anthony,' years ago, when I was a Girl,
Sir Charles ! You did it splendidly ! "
The Great Mathematician. "An, would you believe it, that bit of Acting brought me more
Compliments than anything I ever did?" Fair Matron. "I should think so, indeed!"
TEUE AND TRUSTY.
{A Story of the Law.)
I always liked Lawrence Luckapenny, and
shall never forget the first time I met him.
He was leaving the County Court, where I had
had myself a small matter of business, and know-
ing the same Counsel, we foregathered. He was
in great spirits. He had just won his case.
Yes," said he, " it was a hard fight, but we
came off all right. His Honour was distinctly
in our favour, so now I and my co-trustees will
have the satisfaction of feeling that the estate
has benefited, with no greater loss than a few
months' delay. _ Eh ?" and he turned to our
Counsel, who smiled, and shook his head a little
doubtfully.
"Can scarcely go so far as that," the man of
law observed. '' You see, these matters take time,
and the other side may appeal."
"Appeal! What is that ? "
"I am afraid you will have the full oppor-
tunity for learning, my dear fellow."
" Well, it's all right up to now," cried Luck-
apenny, cheerfully, and we separated.
_ Two or three years after this I again met the
litigant, but this time in the Royal Courts of
Justice. There were streaks of white in his hair,
but he was still cheerful.
I asked him how he was getting on with
the matter, and he replied, "As well as might
be expected." Our Counsel had been right, for
the liquidators had appealed.
" But we have beaten them again, my dear Sir!
Think of that,—beaten them again ! "
'' And now you will have no further difficulty,
I suppose."
"1 can't go quite so far as that," returned
Luckapenny, who I noticed was adopting legal
phraseology. '' You know they may take us up
to the House of Lords, if they please ! "
And again time went on. In the course of years
I found that poor Luckapenny had been taken
to Westminster, and their Lordships had decided
to give themselves time to consider their judg-
ment.
When I met Luckapenny again, the House of
Lords had decided against him.
"It is very awkward," he observed, " they
will not allow my costs, and so I shall have to
pay them out of my own pocket! And what
makes it the more annoying is that, even had
we won our cause, it would have led to nothing,
as the estate we were fighting is practically bank-
rupt."
I offered my condolences, and we separated.
The last time I saw poor Luckapenny, he
looked a very shadow of himself. He was hag-
gard and thin, and was wearing clothes of an
ancient cut and threadbare material. He smiled
as he met me, and observed that he was still
engaged on the trust matter.
But I have come to the last stage," he said ;
'' I have paid the costs in full. And
now I am going home."
''Going home," I repeated, and
noticing that he seemed feeble, offered
him the support of my arm. '' I will
walk as far as your residence."
" You are very good," he replied,
'' but I am afraid that I cannot ask
you to come in."
" Never mind that; but where do
you live ? "
"Where should I live after a law-
suit?" he returned, with a short
laugh. " Why, in the Workbouse, to
be sure—in the Workhouse! "
And as a ratepayer, I have assisted
to support him ever since !
A MENU FROM BIRMINGHAM.
Potages.
Duchesse.
Consomme de Deluge a l'Apres Moi.
poissons.
Hors d'Eau a l'Appat convenable.
Crevettes aI'Envie.
Entrees.
Petits Programmes a la Robe de
Joseph.
Filets de Yis, Sauce Monopole.
Pattes de Matou aux Grifies.
R&ts.
Moi Meme.
Dinde Fidele de Jesse.
Legumes.
Orchis en Boutonniere.
Hartijo Sauce Soumission.
Releves.
Monocle.
Salmi de Paires Filants aux Lis.
Entremets.
Gateau Rossendale.
Conserves d'Eglise Galloise.
Boudin deLabouchere a la Lanterne.
Dessert.
Bonbons de Famille.
Hamecons de Flatterie.
Oublis.
IN STATU-QUO?
Should Cromwell have a statue
at Westminster was a burning ques-
tion some years ago. We all know
the result, and nowadays, who
cares ? At present, the question at
Oxford is, Shall Cardinal Newman
have a statue ? and, if so, Shall it
be just opposite the Martyrs' Memo-
rial ? From one point of view, the
situation is happily selected, as, of
course, Newman was on just exactly
opposite ground to Cranmer, Ridley,
and Latimer. The Oxford Dons
are right in supposing that no statue
can be erected without a previous
design; a design by a hand that has
not lost its cunning. The proposed
site is in Broad Street, a very sug-
gestive name as opposed to narrow-
ness of any sort: yet so eager are
the illogical Dons m the matter of
preservation of spaces, that before
even the base of a clay model has
been commenced, they have already
prepared the ground for the recep-
tion of the statue by getting up any
amount of railing about the pro-
posed site!
[Februaky 6, 1892.
SHOWING THAT SOMETIMES IT IS GOOD FOR A GOBBLER NOJ TO STICK TO HIS LAST.
Fair Matron. "I remember your acting 'Sir Anthony,' years ago, when I was a Girl,
Sir Charles ! You did it splendidly ! "
The Great Mathematician. "An, would you believe it, that bit of Acting brought me more
Compliments than anything I ever did?" Fair Matron. "I should think so, indeed!"
TEUE AND TRUSTY.
{A Story of the Law.)
I always liked Lawrence Luckapenny, and
shall never forget the first time I met him.
He was leaving the County Court, where I had
had myself a small matter of business, and know-
ing the same Counsel, we foregathered. He was
in great spirits. He had just won his case.
Yes," said he, " it was a hard fight, but we
came off all right. His Honour was distinctly
in our favour, so now I and my co-trustees will
have the satisfaction of feeling that the estate
has benefited, with no greater loss than a few
months' delay. _ Eh ?" and he turned to our
Counsel, who smiled, and shook his head a little
doubtfully.
"Can scarcely go so far as that," the man of
law observed. '' You see, these matters take time,
and the other side may appeal."
"Appeal! What is that ? "
"I am afraid you will have the full oppor-
tunity for learning, my dear fellow."
" Well, it's all right up to now," cried Luck-
apenny, cheerfully, and we separated.
_ Two or three years after this I again met the
litigant, but this time in the Royal Courts of
Justice. There were streaks of white in his hair,
but he was still cheerful.
I asked him how he was getting on with
the matter, and he replied, "As well as might
be expected." Our Counsel had been right, for
the liquidators had appealed.
" But we have beaten them again, my dear Sir!
Think of that,—beaten them again ! "
'' And now you will have no further difficulty,
I suppose."
"1 can't go quite so far as that," returned
Luckapenny, who I noticed was adopting legal
phraseology. '' You know they may take us up
to the House of Lords, if they please ! "
And again time went on. In the course of years
I found that poor Luckapenny had been taken
to Westminster, and their Lordships had decided
to give themselves time to consider their judg-
ment.
When I met Luckapenny again, the House of
Lords had decided against him.
"It is very awkward," he observed, " they
will not allow my costs, and so I shall have to
pay them out of my own pocket! And what
makes it the more annoying is that, even had
we won our cause, it would have led to nothing,
as the estate we were fighting is practically bank-
rupt."
I offered my condolences, and we separated.
The last time I saw poor Luckapenny, he
looked a very shadow of himself. He was hag-
gard and thin, and was wearing clothes of an
ancient cut and threadbare material. He smiled
as he met me, and observed that he was still
engaged on the trust matter.
But I have come to the last stage," he said ;
'' I have paid the costs in full. And
now I am going home."
''Going home," I repeated, and
noticing that he seemed feeble, offered
him the support of my arm. '' I will
walk as far as your residence."
" You are very good," he replied,
'' but I am afraid that I cannot ask
you to come in."
" Never mind that; but where do
you live ? "
"Where should I live after a law-
suit?" he returned, with a short
laugh. " Why, in the Workbouse, to
be sure—in the Workhouse! "
And as a ratepayer, I have assisted
to support him ever since !
A MENU FROM BIRMINGHAM.
Potages.
Duchesse.
Consomme de Deluge a l'Apres Moi.
poissons.
Hors d'Eau a l'Appat convenable.
Crevettes aI'Envie.
Entrees.
Petits Programmes a la Robe de
Joseph.
Filets de Yis, Sauce Monopole.
Pattes de Matou aux Grifies.
R&ts.
Moi Meme.
Dinde Fidele de Jesse.
Legumes.
Orchis en Boutonniere.
Hartijo Sauce Soumission.
Releves.
Monocle.
Salmi de Paires Filants aux Lis.
Entremets.
Gateau Rossendale.
Conserves d'Eglise Galloise.
Boudin deLabouchere a la Lanterne.
Dessert.
Bonbons de Famille.
Hamecons de Flatterie.
Oublis.
IN STATU-QUO?
Should Cromwell have a statue
at Westminster was a burning ques-
tion some years ago. We all know
the result, and nowadays, who
cares ? At present, the question at
Oxford is, Shall Cardinal Newman
have a statue ? and, if so, Shall it
be just opposite the Martyrs' Memo-
rial ? From one point of view, the
situation is happily selected, as, of
course, Newman was on just exactly
opposite ground to Cranmer, Ridley,
and Latimer. The Oxford Dons
are right in supposing that no statue
can be erected without a previous
design; a design by a hand that has
not lost its cunning. The proposed
site is in Broad Street, a very sug-
gestive name as opposed to narrow-
ness of any sort: yet so eager are
the illogical Dons m the matter of
preservation of spaces, that before
even the base of a clay model has
been commenced, they have already
prepared the ground for the recep-
tion of the statue by getting up any
amount of railing about the pro-
posed site!