Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1829-05-20
LAW.-GRADY VS.. MORGAN,

the Court Of Requests, London:
A laborer, named Grady, weighing not less
than fourteen stone, appeared 3efore the Com-
mfssioners to recover the amount OF DOCTORS
bill which he had paid in consequence OF an IN
Jury sustained in his RICH, hand by the wicked
doings Of David Morgan, Jun. whose father is
tailor in Drury-Iane.
"Plase your Honor" said Grady. Vim
come afore you to make this ould chap (2olnt-
ing 10 David Morgan, S'n. the defendant, who
stood lose to him. shtl! out thirteen shillings
and eight pence reree farthings, all hard nc
ney, which paid o Dr. Corcorsn for curing
The right hand If me, which thai gallows young
thief, (poiniipg 10 Ma,san, Sen. his son., very
NJ ar burnt off my body Saturday last. And
here's The hand 20 spakt for itself, phase your
Worship, and devil a use OF my scrdtchers I've
had ever since, the skin OF thrm beng more.
like The ,oodlty on roast pork than any think
else in the Christian world !"
Commissioner Your hand is, indeed, very
much burnt but how did it happen?
Grady I'll ,ellyour Honor You know I'm
o man as works early ami late to &c, bit o
bread for the childer; and lodges in Drury-
lane above there. A Saturday last as ever was,
and b. the same token, nation cowld it was,
was called by Tim K"lly, the wa'chman ss is
on our bate, at FIVE o'clock, to go to my work.
which is up at the New University. in Cover
street, where mixes mortar, and tends upon
the briekIayers; so, when hears Tin rap
with his stick against The shutters, which is
the way he always calls me, jumps out Of
bed, and says !, " Tim, does it frefzr?" GAS
fast as horse ID lrot," says he; and sure
enough, the iclcles were hanging like so many
bagneis, bayonels from the pint penl house
opposite. Well, says 10 my ould woman
Cat:y, says I, The devil sprat you'll get al
Billngsgate :his morning, (for she dales in
fish your Honor.) and SO you may as well lie
where you are and, sensible cratur as She took
my advice, and doubling herself up in the blan-
ket, was asleep before your Honor e say "pra.
ties"
Com. You are long time in getting TO the
burning Of your hand.
Grady Devil word ale your telling, your
Honor, and | wish il had been longer.
Com. Come TO the point at once our time
is precious.
Grady Not more precious than my hand.
your Honor but can't get 10 the burning, ill
I've dressed myself, and get down into the
street.
Com. shall thank you to be quick at your
tolet,c.,& get into the street as soon as you can
Grady. In be there in the cracking of a
ket. Well, pops on the old rags O. me as
quick as could, and bundles down inro the
yard, where left my bod, and where / found
it TOO, but it was jru= 20 the wa,er-but az hard
as Roman cimint. Howsumever, l gave il a
on one OF my toes.
I'm, Neyer mimi your tops hnt cnme Tn
your fingers.
Grady Oh! by the Cross Of Cromwell, I
wish I'd been more careful Of both, and you
wouldn't have had me here now.
Com Go on, 60 on.
Grady. Amt going as fast dog d gal
lop? Well, picks up the hod.
Com. Tell US, at once, how your hand was
burnt.
Grody. That's wha, was just coming to,
only you put me out. Where was /!
Com You had the bod on your shoulder.
Grady: Who Iold you SO
Com You told me so yourself; 60 on, man.
Gyady. Well, then, l lad the bod on my
SHOULDER, ard out goes, as eowld as clarity,
thinking OF nothing but where I'd get drop
Of gin, WHEN all of suddeni.-
Com Well, you stopped Of a sudden.
GRADY halS true, any way.
Com What made you stop?
Grady That's what want to know myself,
for il was foolish
Com. You did stop, however, foolish or not?
Grady. did.
Com And what then?
Gradu Where was I
Com. You stopped suddenly; now wha,
made you stop?
Grady An now you ;aIk like reasonable
man. We'll, III tell YOU: as was Jogging a.
long, saving to myself how much I'D like
glass Of gin--and forgot to tell you tina, it
was. neither light Tor dark
Com. What signifies whether it was light
or dark
Grady. A great deal. for if it had been light
1 wouldn't have found my way here to day
So as was saying, 1t was neither light nor
dark, when kicks my foot o. me against some
thing hard on the pavement, and it jingled like
ould iron. Hurroo says |, there's luck afore
me this mornin & there's no finding ovid il on
So turns round, and there sees something |
like iron, only it was moi so broad and much
longer than Gays lying down upon the hard
stones. There you are, says j, and it's pot |
vour worth Ihis h,ps,ed morninp. and en- I !