THE JUSTICE'S COURT. BY THE EDITOR. SQUIRE SMITH has evidently a very tangled bit of jurisprudence to unravel. With his pipe lit and his legs up, he is taking it easy as far as his body is concerned, but his troubled forehead and fixed look show that his mind is very hard at work upon the merits of the case. The Squire is a captain of the militia, as his sword hanging up by the mantel-piece shows. He holds court in his own farmhouse kitchen, and he has a neighbor who is very free with his advice, and who, with his old torn hat over his eyes, sits close behind the Squire, and listens with him to the argument. The wife of the plaintiff sits in the bedroom adjoining, nursing her child and looking in very anxiously. Two lawyers, who have had their say, are still disputing a point, though the Squire has insisted on hearing the clients themselves. The younger of the two, and the most honest-looking, has found the pas sage of law which he relies upon, and is showing it very pleadingly, while his opponent, who gives him a side look full of malice, pulls the Squire's sleeve to get away his attention. Well, it is not improbable, that justice will be truly administered, for Truth, though they build palaces to contain her, lodges oftenest in places more humble. THE LADY IN THE WHITE DRESS, WHOM I HELPED INTO THE OMNIBUS. BY N. P. WILLIS. I KNOW her not! Her hand has been in mine, Blown by upon the breeze-yet I have sat, To count the long dark lashes in the fringe 122 THE LADY IN THE WHITE DRESS. Of her bewildering eyes! The kerchief sweet Has slumbered, while she held it, on my knee,— Now, thanks to heaven For blessings chainless in the rich man's keeping- They cannot store its fragrance from the breeze! |