The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1867-10-01 00:00:00

THE DANGERS AITENDING AN ODD
APPEARANCE.

There was rather an amusing seen* at the poling-
court on Tuesday morning. • singular-looking man,
with the richest Irish brogue, appeared before Mr.
Fowler, the stipendiary magistrste, to surrender him-
self, as he said, "before the oust." as the only means
he had of saving himself from being arrested over and
over again, wherever he went, as a Fenian. His bead
appeased to have been recently shaved, the hair 'bowleg
only a fe• months' growth, His principal raiment
consisted of an oilskin overall, which was so loosely
buttoned that the lower part of his neck was quite bare,
and there was no appearance of underclothing worth
mentioning. Around his neck he wore a "comfortable"
In many folds, and this, with hie outer garment, almost
completed his apparel. He produced a trundle of odds
and ends, such as a comb and brush, • neer, sundry
articles used for sewing (though he himself appeared to
be in a state of extreme buttonlerness), • bundle of
;wipers and other miscellaneous articles, which was the
Bum of his fortunes. and made up a curiously consistent
whole..—Mr. Fowler : Well, my man, what are you, and
, what do you w int? But, first, where do you come
from ?—ThAB prisoner said be eame from Ireland, and
wished to get there wain, but sure it was • long way
back, the rate be was going at. He had been into 'York-
shire. about Leeds, Halifax, and other towns, and be
had the greatest dillonlty in getting along without being
apprehended.—Mr. Fouler: What have you bees ?
Prisoner A labourer, your honour; but it is at home I
should have been, living with MT sister at Castleba-.
She belongs to one of the highest and most rupee/table
females in Ireland, your bonour.—Kr. Fowler: Hass
you been working user Leeds I—Prisoner : No, your
honour. V. been trying to find my brother, who lives
five miles off Benbury.—Mr. Fouler: What is your
brother ?—Prisoner : A dhootor, your honour. —Mr.
, F0w1.,: Have you been ill lately '—Prisoner: I have
been in the infirmary for • bit- —Mr. Fowler : Yes, and
your head hasn't hue quite comfortable, basil? Well,
If your brother is a doctor, and lives soar Brnbtu7, be's
jest the man for you to go to.—The applicant strongly
protes.ed against being Pent adrift without protection.
He would not. II he said, go a hand's breadth "to the
right or the left, without • bit of • pus from his
honour." And again, sooner then be re-arrested "be
had made up his mind to resign". rooming that he
could not "carry on" any longer —(a laugh).—Mr.
Fouler: You had better apply at the polies station and
they will pus you on to Banbary.—Tbe applicant
(warmly): lain no Tertian; you my oath on
that —my affidavit on it. Hues my 'louder. He
handed to Mr. Fowler the following memorandam,
siend "J. M. Grady, M.P., Galway, Ireland, July Ist,
1860. I hereby certify that lan acquainted with the
bearer, Mister Thomas Malice M'Gratb, recently out of
the infirmary; and that I have lived in his fiith.ra
house when he was a obild—(a laugh). He WM always
• religious, well-conducted lad—(e lasich)—and is now
46 years Of age —(lauiliter).-11r. router suggested
that the beet tiring to do was not to send the applicant
in the street' spin, but detain him in safety until his
brother weld be written to. The applinant, who showed
the greatest concern in reoolleating the contents cif his
" fardel," was ordered to be taken care of.