The native American., 1837-12-30
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On Saturday last when preparations were in progress
for Christmas throughout the city, occurred in
the court room which deserves the pen of history Nc
one expected scene-and the surprise was almost as
good as the joke itself or
worthy and quizzical Piasterer of the Metropolis
who lives by his industry and his art and whose is
necessary to story. charged with assault
and battery upon some old Lady who appeared npon the
stand 10 testify to his rumpesome conduct. The grave
philosophc Maxwell stood his Counsel and with his
finger running up Iongitudnaly the entire length Of
five inch probosis. with his gray eyes scrunized with
the air of Webster the witness for the prosecution She
said she came into her house and played mad work
throwing chairs and tables about, and frightening her,
poor lone body, almost out Of her senses" She in
terruped with furious and direct "you lie" from the
prisoner but he brought up by the Judge
who told him to hold his tongue Maxwell leered round
the Court in peculiar and showed strong symp
toms Of thirst.
After considerable interruption the part of the ap-
parenty innocent prisoner he at length ordered from
the room and, in with constable he proceeded
with due dignity to make himself scarce" The case
submitted to the Jury without argument, and the
dict Of guilty pronounced-but where the prisoner?
Gone home He, however, soon reappeared. and the
presiding Judge acquainted him with the result Of the tr
al With his old broad white trimmed umbre alias hat,
tapping the railing, in hand, and the other
gagged in the voupuous occupation Of scratching his
mum, he raised his deadset eyes to the Judges and in
voice redolent with innocence asked What for'" The
question entirely unexpected and the Bench at
nonsuit; but however order given to the officers
TO take the prisoner into custody the Court being unwi
ling to hear any farther pleading the At the word
the bais seized the redoubted hero, and with fierce
and terrible bound and sweep he cleared path of glory
through the crowd;heels head-head over heels
head under heels and every fashion, with his stiff gray
hair all stiff with rage he poughed his passage to the
door. Never was there such hubbub in court room
The terrible work Of skin scratching and coat tearing was
full blast when the Judge commanded that the prisoner
be brought before him. With each grasped by two
bais painting from the struggle, stood the hero and
gazed with flushed cheek and beedy eye upon the Bench
The ghwronght energy of sublimated innocence
ed pervade every muscle Of his countenance and virtue
spoke when he made double shuttle and exclaimed like
Booth in Richard, "BaIfs d-n your eyes, behave your
seves" This brought down upon his devoted head nine
days of prison e and after the sentence past
upon him, he commenced the work of destruction
At one time old, tattered and antique shoe
torn, tattered, and muddywould make evolution al
the end of leg in the air while venerable head would
be huslng and busting about against the shins
the bailiis: and anon Dong upgnt on MS fee win MI
eyes flashing fire and his fist drawing il from those Of hi
foes, the gallant laid about him and played his
march upon the bodies of the ofcersprivats he wa
in the company He at last forced off, and the gloon
Of the prison snached him from view; and hi
attered form, tattered in the tournament escaped
fully from view we thought Of the author Of Dor
Quixote, who pined away his life in Jail. The sentence
Of ten days. imprisonment revoked by the mercfu
Court and the hero Of our story walks upon the earth
free man more.