The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1825-09-03 00:00:00

LJTERART OLEAA'INGC.

Nn. XXI.
(Continued from 'bulgy's Plattler's CMk 1

THE TRIAL
As taken by an eminent Short-Hand Writer.
/OR F.A.O Lt. at rt. JOH 11-A.OUDG EOM, IM TRESPASS.
For the Ylaintsff, Mr. Counsellor Hoi traa'u a ; fur the Defend.
ant, Mr. Counsellor Entente.

TRIAL CONTINUED.
Examination of Farmer Chubb by Mr. florxesenst —Crustier.
amined by Mr. Boat'use—Coaclusion of the Evidence to., the
Plaintiff.
Cert. Well, who's your neat ?
Dollar. Set farmer Chubb up.
'Sere. (Aside.) Chubb's recollection I must rub up.
lather. So, Mr. Chubb, I see 'tis you
You live at Toadland's End P
Chishb. I do.
Bother. You din'd at the election meeting ?
Yes, sure ! did, I loves gro.l eating.
Mather. Was three a bickering where you sat ?
Chubb. No, we had no such dish as that.
Bother. Nu broil, no bickering, nu fracas?
Chubb. No, no such dishes as I saw ;
There might be broils for aught I kuew,
To poleaxe such gentlemen as you.
Bother. Why Chubb, you must hare seen at least
These parties is the Toadland feast :

as any thin` by plaintiff said,
Which to such lengths defendant led,

And tamed an act SO Indecorous
As that which now appetite before us ?
Chubb. Avan ?
Bo.her. Why, surely, you must know
Whether these men had words or no ?
Chubb. Words ! aye, they'd words enough, God knows,
Besides some pretty tightish blows.
Cart. Heark ye, my friend- was Gull, d'ye think
Disgais'd, or much infisai'd with drink ?
Chubb, Neither—as sober MI a judge,
Th'of to be sure he welled to grudge,
Being as how his coat was shabby,
aot ire Oudgeon's velvet, lin'd with tabby ;
But as tot &Sok. my. Lord, he chose
To fling all that o'er plaintiff's clothes.
My Lord, I wishes to be going,
For 'tie a charming time for sowing—
/loam Stay, fur. Chubb. speak out, Sir, do.
Did Gull beat Gudgeon ? is that true?
Chia. Beat him ! he beat him black akd blue !
I never eee'd a prettier fight,
So full of niale like, and spite.
Bore. A fight ! Ho, ho! the truth's come out,
A fair set-to, a boxing bout?_ •
Bother. And this you positively swear !
Chubb. Aye sure; why Simon Trout was there;
Simon, for all he seems so shy,
Please you, my bard, knows more than I.
Bother. How say you ? did not Trout advise
'Oldest such unchristian exercise?
Chobh. Yes, after praying and beseeching,
Simon swot! up, and fell a preaching,
And like the picture of St. Paul,
Began to sermonise its all,
Bad us hokl fast of what was good—

And well that doctrine understood.
Poe with the tankard he made bold.
And seem') main loth to quit his hold.
Bother. What. did he preach, d'ye say, and stand
With this same tankard in hie hand?
Chubb. Aye, sure: he first threw back his wig,
Awd took a pretty handsome swig,
Then held the tankard up to view,
All one an you your brief tray do,
Saying, that wicked stuff within
Did cease a multitude of sin.
Bother. Why Chubb. now on your oath. man, say
• Did not this preaching stop the fray ?
Bore. After this speech of Simon Trout.
had you, or not, a boxing-bout ?
Chubb. Why, yes—l scorns to tell a lie,
Trout says to me as I stood by,
Can'ot keep a secret ? yes, says 1.
Why, then,ssys he, Chubb 'tis not right,
That we should lone so sweet n fight,
Chubb, since so good a man you're reckonal
I wish that you'd be Gudgeon's second ;
If you'll just clap him on the shoulder,
And ay you'll be his bottle-holder,
'Twill cheer his heart and stir his blood,
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