The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1836-10-28 00:00:00

COURT OF REQUESTS, LONDON —MoNDAY.

Could a Sterne or a Mackenzie pay a visit to these dreary
courts, a sad tale of human misery would be unfolded. A whole
pair of pannier full of buns (solid pudding or two-inch bread and
butter would look too ostentatious) would scarcely satisfy the
cravings or appease the wants of the poor children, who, for
lack of any one to take care of them at home, are dragged
through the dark fog of a bitter cold morning, along with their
thinly-clad mothers, to answer for pot-house scores! Upwards
of forty cases were heard yesterday, where the amount sued for
was for beer and gin. As cowardice generally accompanies
depAavity, the poor wife is thrust forward by the husband to
bear the brunt of the battle. It is sufficient upon this dark side
of the picture to say, that every case was dealt with as leniently
as possible.
ONE of DAN.'S FOLLOWERS IN TROUBLE.—" The course of
true love never did run smooth !"—The bard who wrote for all
times and all seasons,•certainly never contemplated that Creina
Fagan should summon Patrick Ragan before Mr. Commis-
sioner Dubois, for I Is. 6d. money lent, and the principal inter-
est of a pair of shirts, making altogether 19s. Creina Fagan
told her case thus :

It's to marry me, yer Honors' Wartchip, that he tould me,
an' he played the very piper with my hone heart and he won
it—(laughter)—and in regard to that same thing, didn't I make
him a pair of shirts, and lent him Hs. 6d., all hard money—all
away from me hone poekit ?—and thin, the baste as he is, wid
me hone pair of shirts on his spalpeen hack—(laughter)—he
goes straight round about me and marries another—(laughter)
—as ould and as bastely as Barney's pig, yer Honor. (Laugh-
ter.)

Mr. Commissioner—How long did be court you, Mrs. Creina
Fagan ?
Plaintiff—lvver since he tuck up wid O'Connell, your Wart-
chip.
,Commissioner—lndeed What do you mean by " tuck up
with O'Connell ?"

Plaintiff—Och, he attends all the big meetings—Ragan is the
dear boy to hollabalue, and in regard of that he wake: all our
dead—(laughter).
Commissioner—Really he looks a remarkably clever speci-
men of the "fine pisintry !" Now, Mr. Ragan, do you owe
this woman the amount claimed ?

Defendant—Now, by my soul and body, I don't.
Commissioner—Swear him.

Here Ragan in eccordance with the moral philosophy of
Peter Dens was about to draw a long bill on his " mental reser-
vation box," but he was cut short by being ordered to take oath
in the Roman Catholic form, at which Patrick appeared con-
siderably chagrined.
Commissioner—Now, Sir, did Criena Fagan make yon two
shirts, and lend you money out of her pocket ?
Defendant—By the Powers, I can't say but she did; but she
made me a prisint of it—(laughter)—and its only an ould spite,
bekase I got married, that she brought me here.
Commissioner--It seems you've sadly cheated the poor wo-
man, and you most pay her. What are you?
Patrick—l goes straight where I'm tould, Sir—(laughter).
Speak plainly, Sir, how d'ye get your living? where do you
go, and who sends you ?—Divil a row is ther but its meeself
that's in it, and a gentleman, and a rale one, pays me, and he
knows Dan. (Here Patrick gave a very knowing wink.)
Amid considerable laughter Patrick, the patriot, was ordered
to pay the amount sued fur. As soon as he comprehended the
latter fact he clenched his fist, and looking very much like a
deceived bull dog at Mr. Dupois, he 'ejaculated " Onley let me
catch you at Cork !"