Washington telegraph., 1849-10-31
The Humors of a Kentuckian Judge.

The Humors Of Kentuckian Judge.
Storytelling is charm at all times
and everywhere, most particularly during
a tedious journey by steamboat. The
following was caught af1oat:
| Louisville, KY. boasts of one of the most
learned and one of the wisest of judges to
be found upon the bench in the country.
! Ills judicial lore brilliantly il!umines the
decisions at law in that State, which will
be.precedents for all coming time. At
home he is the shrewd. sound, digni6ed
| lawyer, every whit the Judge, nothing
| more nor less. At heart he is sonnet hing
! more Sam Slick is not alone in his
calling. for if one Judge Longstreet would
but write book, the world would laugh
| and the Canadian would be eclipsed.
On our way to Charleston, says the
relator of this veraclous story, Judge
Longstreet after long silence, says to
me- Brown, although good hiends as
we are, let us travel as strangers together
until we return home. This seemed a
strange expression coming from so inti-
mate all acquaintance, and l knew not
what to make of it. The judge was
either crazy or bent upon spree. l had
no choice but to assent to the strange
proposition, for from that moment the
mantle of the judge was left behind, aud
he who was wont to fill it and lend grace
and dignity to the same, such as command
ed the reverence of all men, was the
rawest and most unoouth Kentuckian
extant. Iunumerable were the jokes aud
tb h1,l lyo, "a
in a constant roar of laughter until We
returned home.
He shufled his long gawky form into
the ladies' parlor at the crack hotel where
we stopped; he then drew the damask
chair up to the polished fender, upon
which he placed his feet, and deposited
his quid upon the hearth. The ladies be-
gan to spread; Don't move, ladies; don't
trouble yourselves, it's only l, just in from
Old Kentuck.' With hat, coat and nit
tens on, he leisurely surveyed the prem
ises 10 the very figures in the carpet, COM
menting to himself upon each article
wall, that's some pumpkins. Brave,
ain't it, Corn cowcumbers and all, by
pepper corue "A right smart place they
We got down ere What may be the
price of corn. man, where they tread
such mighty fine things under teet!-
This abrupt question, added to the un-
couth appearance, finally put the fair ones
to flight.
The landlord soon made his appear
ance, and politely informed his customer
that he had made a mistake; that he was
out of place in that room. NO you
don't tho, stranger; you can't come that,
old boss! Ant this ere tavern"
Upon being made to understand his
place, he consented to sit by the office
fire.
Your name, sir-please register your
name, says the clerk pointing to the
book.
do WHAT
Write your name. sir, in that hook
No. you can't come that ere on this
child, no how, for more rasons than one,
tell you, stree. Ipromised the old man
never would ride any body's paper; the
old coon did all that himself bust up, and
left the young 'uns to go foot. That's
one rason | can't write; that's another
rasor. | haiut got no name, and that's
t'other rason.'
At supper our greenholn jaunts down
near the head of the table among the
ladies, where it was thought safest by the
servants to leave him.
ia au cafa!' inquiries the French
waiter.
Yes, sir
Ia au caffa?' again the question is
put,
Yes, sir.
The puzzled fellow brings cup of
each, which is deliberately placed upon
each side of his plate. Beef steak, ham,
eggs and everything else passed by the
walters was piled upon his plate. This
operation attracted the attention of those
near him at the table. One prudish old
maiden twisted her faded visage into
something like sneer, while she fixed
her panther eyes upon the overloaded
plate of the apparently green hentucklan'
wait minute, mum, and mixing the
incongruous mass of edibles together, he
passed it over to the owner of the eyes
that were supposed to covet the same
First litter, and then broad ha. ha.
rolled down the company, and the van-
quished vestal left the table.
After supper, we strutted about the
city Entering an oyster shop, the Ken
tuckian makes up to the Italian oyster
man with-'Why, Snooks, how do you
do? l am so glad to see you-I haven't
seen you since you left Snugg's Point.
How's mother Snooks? How's aunt
Nalhby? How are the little SnOoks's.
The great black eyes ofthe Italian were
opened to their widest capacity. ME no
Snooks-me got no aunt Nabby. Snag