The Sun.
London, England, 1840-09-25 00:00:00

MEASURE FOR MEASURE-SHUCK V. RATTLE.

" Mrs. Shuck," shouted the cryer.
" Here I am," said Mrs. S.
" And Mrs. Rattle, where is 51!C inquired the
officer.

She's also here," said that lady.

The ladies took their respective boxes, and " looking
mad eyes" at each other, settled themeslves down very
comfortably on their own opinions for the approaching
dispute.

;‘ State your case, Mrs. Shuck," said a Commis-
sioner.

Mrs. Shuck dropped a rapid curtsey, and commencd
—Last Sunday was a week was my son James's buff
(birth) day, and his father gave him a new suit of
clothes. which he put on the first time that very morn-
ing. While father was gone to fetch uncle as lives in
the square, I sent Jemmy out to take a walk up and
down the street.

" Just to aggrawate my youngest son Tom," said
Mrs. Rattle, " whose birf-day is on the very identical
morning as Mrs. Shuck's spoilt one's is."

" My spoilt son r exclaimed Mrs. Shuck, " you
envious wretch ! The whole street knows that your
youngest son is the most misehievousest young rascal."
A COMMISSIONER—Be quiet, be quiet, my gold
woman. No doubt both your sons are perfect angels,
pure white crows ; bur we would rather not hear any-
thing of their virtues. Be good enough, Mrs. Shuck,
to proceed with your statement.
Mrs. Shuck dropped another rapid curtesy and re-
sumed—Well, gentlemen, as I was a looking out of the
window I saw Mrs. Rattle's son Tom come and stand at
his mother's door and look at my son Jemmy as he
walked up and down.
" It was that as aggrawated Toni," observed Mr.
Rattle.

Mrs. Shuck—And then I saw him run up to my
Jemmy, and take hold of the buttons of his tunic. My
son then came to our door, and Mrs. Rattle's boy fol-
lowed him, and wanted to cut off the buttons.

" Oh, you false woman," grinned Mrs. Rattle," my son
wanted to do nothing of the sort, he's got plenty of but-
tons at home."

" Plenty on 'em, oneers and twicers,' said Tom, a
determined•looking little dog, thrusting his head
between the plaintiff and defendant. " Jemmy Shuck's
father's a tailor. and I wins all his buttons.

" Did you want to cut a button off his tunic, my
dear ?" said his mother endearingly to him.

" I didn't want to cut a button off nuthink," answered
Tom, giving a wicked look at Mrs. Shucks son Jemmy,
who quickly slunk behind the shelter of his mother's
umbrella.

Mrs. Shuck--You young villain, what will become of
you ? I stood at the window and heard you say you'd
do it, I did.

" I was only frightening on him," said the boy
laughing.
" Nothing of the kind, gentlemen," intimated Mrs.
Shuck, " I saw him try to pull off one of the buttons,
and I could not stand it-no longer, and so I took up one
of my husband's measures and run out, and give the
young villain a good basting—
" Yes, you nasty cabbage-faced hussey," said Mrs.
Rattle, " and I slouced you well for it, I did. It will
teach you to beat people's children again after aggra-
wating 'em with your nasty upstart dressed little varmint,
a sending him in his spangles and filligrees to walk up
and down before other people's doors."
A COMMISSIONER—UnIess you leave off this alter-
cation, we shall dismiss the case. Finish your story,
Mrs. Shuck.

Mrs. Shuck—Well, gentlemen, while I was correct-
ing Mrs. Rattle's son, Mrs. Rattle, who lives just oppo-
site me, runs out with a quart pot in her hand, dips it
in the water as runs from the dyer's at the corner of the
street, and begins throwing it over me and my son, and
spoilt my son's new clothes.

- " I did, I did," vociferated Mrs. Rattle, dapping her
hands.

" You nasty, filthy wretcb," screamed Mrs. Shuck.
And they would certainly have gone at it tooth and
nail, bad the Court not interfered. A neighbour, who
had witnessed the whole of the affair, and happened to
be in Court, stepped forward as a witness, to the great
relief of the Court.

" In truth, gentlemen," said the neighbour, " Mrs.
Shuck and Mrs. Rattle are a pest to our neighbour-
hood. They are for ever quarrelling about their chil-
dren, Jemmy and Tom. You have not been told the
whole of the case. The fact is that Mrs. Shuck, as I
learned from her herself, when she was at fisty-cuffs
with Mrs. Rattle, sent her son Jemmy, in his new
clothes, to walk up and down before Mrs. Rattle's door
to aggravate her. Mrs. Rattle, as she admitted during
the bout at fisty-cuffs, sent her son out to roll Jemmy
in the dirt. I suppose when he saw Mrs. Shuck at
her window, he was afraid to do it. When Mrs. Rattle
threw the water over Mrs. Shuck with the quart pot,
the latter left off beating the son, and began basting the
mother. , They were at it for several minutes, Mrs.
Rattle ladling the' dyer's water from the kennel over
Mrs. Shuck with the quart pot, and Mrs. Shuck basting
Mrs. Rattle with her husband's rule or Yard.

" It was measure for measure, at any rate," said a
COMMISSIONER.

Each of the good ladies was now desirous of explain-
ing, but the Commissioners dismissed the case, much to
the mortification of the tailor's wife, who was thus
obliged to put up with the damages of the suit as
awarded by Mrs. Rattle, without obtaining the costs
thereof at the hands of the Jury ; and she left the
Court with unsuitable maledictions against her dexte-
rous quart-pot-handling neighbour. The latter tbrea.
tened, "as sure as she lived, to put Mrs. Shuck into
the Ekkelsheharstikal Court."

KILRUSH PETTY SESSIONS.

g, Wake, dearest, wake 1"

TILE SEVEN SLEEPERS.—Sam Weller has rendered
immortal the " twopenny-rope" substitute for beds for
the houseless wanderers in London. Be it our lot to
place on record the straw-strewn sanctum that called
Mrs. Collopy owner.
In a tumble-down sort of concern " situate, lying, and
being" in Malt-house-lane, stands this " Free and Easy
when the winds are abroad they appear to meet here, as
if by common consent, for a blow-in, and the rain comes,
like Sheridan's paraphrase of Coleridge's line—
," Drip 1 drip! drip I—there's nothing here bat dripping I"
Rather unpleasant to ho sure,—however, be that
as it will, there, in a room 10 feet by 8, is a floor littered
with straw, on which any of her Majesty's subjects, not
having a better roosting place, and being possessed of
the whole sum of one penny !
" Sleep like banners for Pd."

The strolling rag-man and the feather-picker—the ped-
lar—the tinker—the poor woman " wid six father-
less orphins an' herself in the fallin' sickness, an'
the damsel sthrivin' to live be her own honest
industherin' thro' the manes ov a basket ov apples"
here do congregate ; for Mrs. Collopy's caravansera,
like love, knows no distinctions ; " the long-remem-
bered beggar is her guest," and " tip and go !" as
Din would say, is the word. But Kit Kinnane is
waiting.

MAGISTRATE—WeII, what's your complaint?
On the above expressive query reaching Mr. Kin-
nane's ears he affected, for effect's sake, to take it in
another sense, and accordingly, leaning heavily on his
iron-shod staff, for a tottering, cadaverous, miserable-
looking little Kinnane he was, he called up a rueful
expression of countenance, and commenced a chest-
shaking cough that would have charmed the auricular
nerves of an expectant heir, " Mrs. Molowny—(ugh!
ugh !)—oh, murdher in Irish, (ugh! ug•ii !) this thievin'
could. What's; toy complaint, is id Oa ! (ugh ! ugh !)
Eh thin (hiccup) I have a power of complaints, I yez
(ugh !) Mrs. Molowny, God help us, I wish (a heavy
fit of cow,hing) I wish i had a dispinsary ticket, for
I'm sure I'll spit open ut_last.'"7-(A laugh.)

. -
" Well, well," observed his Worship, you were as-
saulted by this woman, how did it occur ?"
Kit kinnane lifted up his stiff as it invoking the
genius of truth, or, as a bystander more poetically re-
marked, " jest as if he was coin' to the clerk a
polthogue on the side ov the head wid id," and declare:
he only " teched Mrs. Molowny ever so slightly whin
he was startin' from Mts. Collopy's hotel i❑ the mornin'."
The accused, a woman of slashing dimensions, now
came forward, and admitted that she had given, " Mis-
ther Kinnane a dawsy shove, because he was full o'
thricks an' fidgetty sleep-walkin', so he was, not to ton.
Lion singin' through his (in-Imes an' whin she gev him
the shove he couldn't stop himself, only stumbiin' over
others, an' they plunged at him till he spun out o' the
room."—(Great laughter.)
Ugh ! ugh ! an' roe so quiet an' peaceable," mut-
tered Kit Kinnane.

" You wor a throuhlesome bligard that time, any
how," returned Mrs. Malowny, giving her " beggars'
cloak,a shake—" Here, get up," says he, " your
worchip,, an' brill' me a well-aired shirt, an' me dres-
sin -ease, an' hot wather, till I take a walk be-
fore breakfast." " Arra, lave off your capers, an'
let us take our lawful sleep we're payin' for, honest
man,'' says I. Well, your honor, he stud eazy for a
minit or so afther that. " E then, let me out o' this,
says he again (he was beteune meselt an' the wall, an'
there was a free-stone man acrass our feet). " Let me
out o' this, Mrs. Molowny," says he, " an' snore away,
then, you're sick a grate hand at id ; you'd sleep wid
any man."—(Great laughter.)
Kit Kirmane-011 ! rnurdher (ugh ! ugh !) the d—l
lam side ways wid you, for one could see the meanin'
sh© puts on id. Sure the world knows (Oh ! murdher,
who'll giv me a dispinsary ticket ?) thst I only meant
she'd bear repose like any man, an"twas thrue for T..
MAGISTRATE—Go away. both of you.
" Thank your riverince," simpered, 2.1,1i.5. Malowny;
" I'm only sorry you can't heat,lad letting out his
profession in his sleep, singfri
" I am a ol,:'oeggarman,
illy. wallet and wattle is all you can see;,
, airy an' free ;
No riot do I pay, or resave at each :loose,
An' I nab a sthray duck now An' then, to be sure.
An' its oro wiesha NOV asthore f"—( Laughter.)

DUTCH MAIL.

GoTTINGEN, SEPT. 16.—The town of Gottiugeu.
sent on the 11th of this month, a congratulatory address_
to his Majesty, our most gracious King, on occasion of
the happily perforated operation on the Crown Priflat
which has filled the town and the whole country with
joy. The address concludes with expressing the fervent
e
wishes of the Magistrates, that the operation may
attended with the most favourable consequences, acid thst
his Royal Highness may speedily recover the complete
use of his eyes.—Hawburg Borsenlialle, S.pt. 19.
FRANKFORT, SEPT. 19.—A Berlin correspondent of
the Elbeifeld Journal, communicates the following
letter, dated St. Petersburg,, the 2d of September
The imperial rescript which orders eighteen AO
of the line to sail from Cronstadt, and proceed to the
Archipelago, will doubtless cause some surprisWe ia
foreign countries, but that is not the case here. h().."
ever has considered with some attention the course
followed by our Government, will not be astonished at
this measure. This fleet, which has 'seen stationed or f
some months in the Baltic, plainly indicated the Wen'
tion of the Emperor. In the midst of peace we uhavne
secured the means of making war, as has uee-f
done in Prussia and Austria, by the
the Landwehr. Our fleet with respect to the number
and equipment of the vessels, and the skill of the_
crews in performing their evolutions, has made more
progress in the last ten years than in a whole caul
preceding. The naval magazine and arsenals ore cent
filled with stores, and the sailors and marines attiresl"
admirable condition. As for the land troops, it req.,
much more time to assemble them on the points tbstf
system 0
are threatened, on account of the immense extent °
the empire. eve
This inconvenience has been obviated by Bev.
measures, for, independently of the corps of the
army
that are always moveable in the several provinces,
formidable army has been assembled for these two Yet
which is supported by the great military colonies' an
ready to march in any direction. ,
S2veral changes have been made among the naval
officers ; all those whose health is not vigorous %Ye
been removed trom active service and placed in;
depots.—Journal de 1,11 ankfort, Sept. 20.