Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1852-05-08

were quite familiar TO The bench. presented
themselves before MIR. Bingham at MARI
borough street, on Monday; to have their
matrimonial differences settled according
to law, for the sixth time. On the pre-
sent occasion, Timothy Lynch, tile hus-
band, was the complainant.
Here | am again with four pair of bones,
yer homer, said Timothy, with nod OF
reoognitiol, 10 Tie magistrate, the same
honest, hardworking man that two years
ago yer homer looked ut me an said,
Timothy Lynch, you've bad bargain
ov wife,
Mr.. bingham We'll, what have you to
say against her now 5Ff4
Timothy Linch That she drinks wurst
than iver. She's got her lips oil day long
at the jug or bottle, except when she's
sceulding and baggardiDg me. It's only
yesterday she ssvore a big oath she'd cnt
out me backbone. and pawn me last pair
Of breeches, if / didn't fork out some more
drink money
Mrs. Lynch: That to me, Timothy
An you coming an aging me inst now, In
court, 10 be friends again, and come home
an be comfortable, for was the best wife
| in. England! Laughter.
Mr.. Bingham Tell me why you threa.
tened him as lie says?
Mrs. Lynch: Here all about the row,
YET worship. Last Sunday got him a
beautiful hot dinner, pig cheek and baked
taturs all out of my own honest airnings
"Come away, Tim" ses |, "and ate your
dinner. .Divil a bit of dinner I'll ate wild
| ye Tor forty-two Sundays" says he. ali
you say that" ses |. "you ought to want
dinner every day ov yer life"
"Here to ME, yer worship, said limo
thy, jumping hastily into the witness-box
and pulling ont a greasy bundle OF papers
there me rade the history ov inc thrnbbles
and her karakter," reading from the MS,
Of which the following is verbatim copy
"Usal epitats 10 me, Timothy Lynch
You infarnle ipocrat. You cussed ould
reich. You grey-wiskered lire. You crule
wllun. And then, when the drink 'sdying
out, but Tim, dear, know / have been
too bad to you 10 let me have some mon.
ey." Conversation wild Mrs. L."
Mr.. Bingham From what novel are
you reading those extracts !
Timothy Lynch: Novel Why It's
the discoorse Of Molly Lynch and myself
in black and white
Wednesday, conversation Well, rea.
lly, drunk again. This is the fifth tins
this wake ; though you know If yon only
keep sober three days how happy and com.
Portable we might live. TO blazes wid
the likes Oh ye, says Molly. ] say. Molly
Father Hearne, tells me to give you every
chance 10 be good woman, and to bring
you to chapel, Father Hearne may &c
hang himself, says Molly, an as for you
Tim, I'll make your bones rattle for that
Molly, ses /, what the Church don't do The
state will do for me. Our grashious lady
Her Majesty, The Queen, and her honera
BILE magistrates looking hard Mt the bench
who er worthy Of her confdance. will moi
let me suffer from your vile conduct
The magistrate be-. Hush, Molly
says l, don't spake d word agin them goot
gentlemen, who'll see me riglted when
get you afore EN-"
MIR. Bingham Well, L think that's
enough.
| Timothy Lynch I'll Just rade her do
| ings the next day. "Put away me bee
and lockedme wife otit---went for me sup
per beer, and when come back found The
door smashed, and me breeches gone"
! Mr.. Bingham: Well. Mrs Lynch, wha
have you to say to ali this ?
| Mrs. Lynch: Say? Why, that there.
not above quarter of ii true.
i Mr.. Bingham Well, and for that quar-
4 ter I think the best course to take is tt
call upon you to find surety to keep peace
toward your husband.