The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1837-07-21
THE QUEER LAWYER. FACT.

Several years since there came a Young
Vrginian into one of the villages Of the
West, the county seat of county and
announced himself to the citizens as a law.
yer, who intended 10 pitch his tent among
them. IL vas but a short time before the
sitting of the court, and our young debu,ant
had the modification to enter upon this legal
passover without single case. TINS state
Of things would have been rather dlscour
aging under any circumstances, but II was
still more so since it was accompanied with
an alarming emptiness IN The region OF the
pocket. Blu, our hero was not man CIV.
en- to dependency, and he began forthwith
10 cast about him for the purpose Of better.
ing his condition. Right over the way
from his lodgings, there stood what IS call.
ed grocery alias grog shop. | need
not say II had lis full allowance of worship.
pers. From this delightful purieu, amidst
the Babel like concord OF druaken largon,
TIE ears of the brletiess lawyer we're struck
with the notes of violin.
He saunlered carelessly over, and enter
cd this scene Of rade jovIaliiy. To possess
himself Of the fiddle which vas IN the hands
Of lusty old wood chopper, was the work
of moment, and il was but another mo.
ment before the throng wa. crowdlng a.
round to listen. They perceived al once
that the instrument was played by master,
and they all voted unanimously that the
Orpheus of the grog shop was perfectly
eclIpsed. They were delighted: but when
their unknown visitor added his voice 10 the
note and burst into comcal negro song,
the whole company was uproriOus in their
rap,ures. must except the musical wood
chopper, he took it in high dudgeon, that
any person should presume 10 compete with
him on his own dung hill.
Harkee, srrah,' SAID he, going up 10
our hero in a threatening manner, you
beat me on the fiddle, but I'm mistaken If
can't gu, jump, cut wrestIe, or If you come
to that, OUT fight you"
| accept the challenge, said the lawyer
and throwing doAn the violin, the company
repaired to the front door Of the grocery
There at the first effort, he dlstauced has
antagonist some SIX inches. He Jumps
like a grey hound, said he Of the axe,
scratching BIS head, and somewhat mort.
fed but It | can't throw hiIn, Ill be shot
But the success Of the poor wood chopper
was as bad in this second trial as the first.
He was perfectly enraged by his dlscom.
future, and stripping OF his coat, swore he
would fog him al any rate. But the CON.
pany, who had taken quite an affection for
our hero, Interiered, and they all adj urned
10 the grog shop 10 drink each others
nealths, and 10 smoke the calumet.
The LAWYER, IN the mean while, KEEP
cracking his Jokes, and singing his songs
and telling his stories to the great diversion
Of the company.
IL was not ,ong before seine Of the topper
began very naturally to talk about their ca
SIS 10 court. The lawyer then commenced
giving them advice, and spoke very learn
eddy on the subject.
You must be lawyer" said an ole
gentleman, who had been listening to hun
very iniently.
He answered in the affirmative.
Then I'll be hanged If you shan't pleaC
my case to morrow.
And nine, SAID another.
And mine, said third.
The fees were forthwith put into hi
hands--and our hero went to bed that nigh
fifty dollars richer than he was IN the morn
ing.
The event proved that the confidence o
his clients was not misplaced. The case