Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1834-11-26


bulation.-Mrs. Margery Watkins, short squad
figure with face arms as blue as bilberries, wad-
died I'D to the bench to make good her claim to
It's Cd for the hebdomadal abluton of the BIO.
DIV linen of Mister Kemble Macready Waldo
grave, i. foot aspirant to histironc honors, and
a we'll known star at one of the amateur minor
theatres
The appearance Of the defendant created
some merriment, his neither limbs displaying the
theatrical :" sock and buskin," which strangely
contrasted with blue body-coat, buttoned close
up to his chin. He had evidently been capur-
ed Just as he was preparing to cork tor
dress rehearsal Of Otheito.
The complainant set forth the mode in which
the defendant had contrivcd to get into her debt
She declared she had undertaken to keep him
i'm clean linen for Cd. a-week; but having from
repeated washings, reduced his entire stock to
one shirt and couple Of tails, she presented her
bill, and was faithfully promised the full pay
ment out Of the first money to be received at
forthcoming "beneft." The benefit, however:
proved unproductive and no cash consequently
being forthcoming, the complainant summoned
him for the debt.
Commissioner.-Doyou refuse to pay this wo-
man her demand?
Defendant" The very head and front OF my
offending hath this extent no more" This
woman hath despoiled me Of my best linen shirt
and silk handkerchief
COMPLIMENTARY goodness gracious! your
best shrt2 Why, my Lord, he never had more
than one good one, which he's got on; and Mr.
Jones has told me he always lent him one OF his
dckies while il went TO the wash.
Defendant" He told lie, ID lie, upon
my soul wicked lie"
Complainant-Pll be on my oath it's true, your
Lordship. His other shirt is in such state that
if it goes into the copper agn, il must be put
into a cabbage-net, or shan't get out all the
poftu (ca IN m
woman not unlike one of Macbeth's witches),
show the shirt to the gentlefolks.
Betty advanced with bundle.
Defendant" How now, We secret, black, and
midnight hays, what is't ye do?"
Betty disengaged the shirt, spread it out, and
held il up to the Court.
II presented Just such an appearance as might
be supposed to have been produced, had it re-
seived a point-blanS discharge from grape
and-canister- loaded eight and-forty- FOUNDER.
Complainant.-There that's his shirt; and on
" see, my lord, how it's darned, which never
charged him nothing for. Did Betty
Defendant" Rumble your belly full, spit
fire. crack your cheeks; | tax We not with I'M
kindness; never gave We kingdoms"
Betty.-You give us kingdoms! Why, you
shabby scrub, you never stood the price OF a
ouartern all the time we've washed for you.
Defendant Aroint thee, ronion, for rump-
fed witch"
CompIainant-Only listen, your Lordship;t's
quite awful to hear the heaps of wickcdness that
comes from his mouth.
Defendant-But where's the handkerchief
"To lose't or givet away were such perditlon
as nothing else could match"
Complainant-It hasn't been sent to the wash
these three weeks. you nasty Teller.
Defendant" The handkerchief"
Complainant-I havn't set eyes on it, nor has
Betty.
Defendant.-"The handkerchief"
Complainant-Don' bullock me, it wasn't
sent, say.
Defendant" Awaym
The Commissioner here interfered, and
begged the theatrical hero would conde-
scend to give direct answer to the Court
namely, whether he could find means to satisfy
the complainant before extremities were res
orted to.
The defendant threw himselfinto an"imposins
attitude" then, as ifa sudden thought had struck
him, asked and obtained "a hours grace. The
defendant then folded his arms, stalked slowly
out of court, and as he cast glance at the
sleeves Of his coat calculated, "Oh! my pro-
phetc soul, my uncie!"-London paper.