The Abbeville banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1847-1869, 1857-10-08
A WkATttY SUBJECT.

amusing sketch of Police Court case in
that city.
Ihomas Brown ca'no TO this country in
the storage of pnckct ship, wlicl, arrived
from Liverpool last week, and rs ho bad
but IL confessed idea of the nation Which
hnd to receive him IA IN adopted citizen,
his actiohs, when he landed, were perfectly
free and without restraint. England, he
imagined, still held full sway over this part
Of the globe, and the only trouble likely to
occur WAS, when Indians made descent
upon somc unprotected town or city, and
bore the inhabitants into captivity, or else
amused their leisure hours by scalyng wo-
men and children, and dancing "green corn"
jigs.
1t is more than probable that Brown has
fallen i'll with set of waos since he has
been in Boston, who have taken particular
pains to get acquainted with his private
opinions, and then sell' him, or in other
words, "run saws"
Last night Brown was found drunk in
e'S otiSSt tuu W ottNC uso IllS, dtIu UCucllJ
the Commonwealth, the officer took him to
the station house, gave him comfortable
lodging, and then, in the most friendly
manner, entered n complaint againt him
for being intoxicated.
Thomas was not very preposscssing when
he was called upon by the amiable clerk of
the court to plead guilty or not guilty to the
charge.
" My Lud," said Thomas Strengthening
himself and placing one hand on his Lo-
som, "I'm an Iiingish gentleman"
"Do you say guilty or not guilty Z"
reiterated the clerk, inclined to Le slightly
irritated.
Never you mind young man." replied
Thomas, waving his hand towards tho ven
crablc clerk, who was SO surprised at the
words, that he forgot himself, and actually
smllcd-an occurrence that the oldest habi.
tue of the court room never knew him to
bc guilty Of before
"My Lud," cried Thomas, fixing lis eve
on the Judge, "rm an Hinglish gentle
man, and wishes to know why the officer
took me in charge last night My Lud, if
l writes to his highncss Minister ut Wash,
ington, and tells him of this affair, would
not be responsible for the rage of My Lud
Palmerston. I'm is friend, and lie knows
'ow to protect the 'onor of us Brtons."
"We have no Luds in this country"
said the Judge milLly;."i if you wish to
say whether -ou are guilty or Tot, the court
is ready to hear you"
mo Luds in this country, my Lud-no
haristocracy-nothing but hingins and his
ters. No Wonder you 'avo books written
about nation. Wy, the last time I dned
with my Lud Palmcrston, We verc speaking
of 'merica, and lie told me it was just the
place for man Of my talent; and leave
a good business to come to teach you, and
vot is the consequence
No one replied, excepting an Irish wo-
man up for being common drunkard and
as she was doing and thinking about her
sentence she said
hoih u1ouLuS III lllC IlOuSC Ct COTTCC-
ton"
Thomas looked at the spectators with
silent contempt when they laughed, and
continued:
81 asked for the hoflices when I got 'ere,
and man tell me collector Is wanted in
the Custom House. 1 hoffered to accept
the peace, but somebody kicks me out of
the building. was told of dozen differ
ent situvations, but when went to get 'em
was laughed at. My Lud, I've been
snanefulIy treated, and wants justice, or
the walls Of this ERE building will shake
with 1lingland's rage when she ears of it.
Remember the fate of SebastopoI, and
tremble for your 'omes."
The Judge intimated that he was not
alarmed, as he knew the revenue cutter was
in port, and could afford ample protection
to the city against all the fleets which the
English would send to revenge his couse.
A fine of SO and costs was imposed, and,
as he was being taken down stairs, he was
tegging tile officers to let linn have paper
and pen for the purpose Of writing TO the
1Iinglisll Minister"
-=--s>sN
Tie CELESTIAL State.-Old Rickets was
man of labor, and had little or no time to de-
vote to specuations for the future. He was,
wIthal, rather uncouth in use of language.
One day, while engaged in stopping up
holes about his place, he was approached
oy colporteur, and presented with a
tract.
"What is all this about" demanded
Rickets.
THAT, sir, is book describing the
celestial state" was the reply.
Celestial state," said Rickets; "wLere
the deuce is that2"
My worthy friend, 1 fear that you