Mobile daily commercial register and patriot., 1841-11-16

The following curious and ludicrous incident is IT lated by Poole. in excellent article, published i, the New Monthly Magazine, and entitled 'sohapte on bores." It is said to be a strictly true story
 Some years ago, an old man appeared at the Man sion House, with q boy of twelve fourteen year, of age, in charge of a constable. The boy wal placed at the bar, and the old man was desired {, state his complaint. The latter, trembling from heac fnot and shaking his clenohed hands, stared wd, around him; and then, turning towards the Lord May or, he thus addressed him fk 4
 "Please your niajesty."-
 "Your Lordship,' said the clerk, correcting him
 "Yes your Lordship D 'hf
 ssNot to me, sir said the clerk sharpy "addres. yourself to my Lord Mayor"
 "Now, my good man, what is your charge against that boy 2' inquired the Lord Mayor.
 s'My Lord, my Lord,'' replied me old man. in a tone of mingled rage and grief, ''I'm going mad D
 ''I'm sorry for you,'' said his Lordship, 'but il that is all, this not the place you ought come to. What have you to say aganst that boy?'' -
 ''That's it, my Lord, Pm going mad; he's driving me mad, my Lord, he's driving me mad
 ''Dri,ing you mad what is it he does to yon 2''
 "My Lord, my Lord" cried the old man. 'ie calls ms Tdiyfoii-he calls me 1Yddydoil."
 This putting the gravity even of a Lord Mayor to a test; but though all else who were pres ent, and had no character for such quality to tain, laughed heartily his Lordshp kept his counle- na,ce in manner befitting his exalted station.
  sail the Lord Mayor, ''t is very foolish piece of b,siqess. and you must go away" f
 "Fopiish, II, Lord what, when he calls me Td- dydlI ! 0, my L,rd you can't feel for me, if you hipe n'ver been called Tiddy1n He has cale me Fidiyioll every day-inany times n. a.day-now going lo four m ,"ihs, anl cai' bear it any Ipnger; n- ice 1, can't bear 1t. l shall g mad, shall go na .''
 "he is an impuleni fellow; but all I can do for you is to aiytse you to keep out of his way"
 Al |. L,f i; but he lives in our alley. and can't keep out # hs way" f fi 8.sft 'TF
 'rhen, the he anhoys you by calling you Ii iiydol, give him d good thrashins, and see what effect that w,ll have" ss .t..
 dts of no use, my Lord; l have thrashed, but he only calls me Tiddydoll the for it''
 "Now really, my good man. you must go away. caiao, waste nJre time upun such frvoluis affair. Remove him !" said the Lord Mayor to of the of icers in attendance. Y
 ''One moment l'' cried the old man nonIy one m ,aienl want law--all want is law, my Lord.' ''pooh, pooh nonsense the law can do nothing ID bsp ysu.'' And the order to remove him was re- peaiel. .ss-- "'es-'t
 The poor old man, staring incredalously at the Lord Mayor said, in a tone of stonishneni-.sW am being calle,i Tiddydo til it is driving me mad Aid iha law can do nothing to help me Can't it 2'' (ani he added, lmplorngly) "are you sure it can't my Lordl" An officer leading him out of the room, when tue poor old fellow, bursting into tears and clasping his forehead with his hands, cried, in tone of agony, "then God must lrelp me, or I must go to ,edam. If I'm called TiddydoIl any more, shall go mad shall go mad" The Lord Mayor, after rebuking the constable for taking ridiculous charge, gravey told the lad that, If ever again he called the old Tiddydol, or worried him in any other manner, he should surely be hanged, transported for life, the least. The boy, falling upon his knees and ubbering hastily, as .ared his admonisher that he "never would worry old riddydoll again" ,..
 This is fiction; nor is difficult to conceive the total derangement Of debe mind by the irritating power of petty, but oft-repeated annoyance. The strongest ntellects not wholly bore-proof If in 'ne of those paroxysms of frenzy which he was ,oaded the poor old fellow had stranged his tormen- or, surely, jury Of any twelve honest men must 'ave returned d verdict of Justiiable Boreicide.