The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1876-03-02
l1r.-oFFIc1AL AND CENSOR.

/ with the woman when sne look ner iatal
leap. An adjournment was accordingly
agreed upon and the jury dispersed.
will relate barely, and without comment,
a few of the evenings sequences.
( Our Coroner, deeply moved by the
/ 'hrilling disclosures of the day, stretched
is arms upward, and felt hungry as he
1 brought them down again, and looked at
/ his watch, a worthy companion OF the ro-
/ tund sphere against which it was wont to
/ beat
Past seven o'clock" he said; "and
| have not dined."
| His inner man, in all its ducts, arteries,
veins, apd vessels, protested in the name
| Of science against this rare-this anoma-
| lous-circumstance. His wife and daugh-
ter had obtained for that evening, as he
knew, the favor Of an order for a free
box from some poor manager at one of
the theatres favor which official loun-
gers and literary men are too apt to look
upon as provisions of some beneficent
deity-to be enjoyed free of expense. ]
know not what claim the Coroner for
Middlesex had upon the manager of the
theatre-unless, indeed, the latter felt
that, if things were to 60 on as they had
been going with him, and he continued
to fill half his house every night from a
for their amusements, he would, before
long, himself need the Coroner's services,
and desired therefore to be well entreat-
ed of him and his jury However, our
Coroner was well assured that at pre-
cisely six clock his genial partner and
her congenial offspring had seated them
selves at table, to the soup, soles, and leg
of mutton which had been prognosticated
at breakfast-time. In one point, at least,
he could always rely on the aftinities.
His family never permitted a meal to be
spoiled by waiting-a principle of his
own, oft quoted and as often enforced.
Sticking to this rule, man shall live
juicily, and not in vain.
At this moment-I mean the moment
when the Coroners watch had reached
the bottom of its fob, and had subsided
again, after being raised aloft, as q ship
on the heaving billows, by the great sigh
which the tender recollection of one
more leg of mutton lost forever had
aroused-at this moment, l say, the cor
respondent, reporter, and leader-Writer
of the Morning Register addressed the
hesitating official:
Where are you going to dine 2"
That is just what / don't know, my
dear Bugby. This inf, / mean, this
melancholy case has upset all my plans.
was going home to leg of mutton at six,
and then we were all booked for the
Sleeping Huntsman. It's always my
luck. People will either die at such in
convenient times, or the inquest will 60
on at such unreasonable length, that
really ones life is hardly worth living"
IL pity you, Coroner. And you only
get a thousand a year?'
"Ah society always underpays its
best men There's the Home Secretary
gets FIVE thousand year; and if man
were measured by man, he and would
have to exchange places, though / doubt
if he is even fit for this one"
well, but-dinner. What do you say
to Halfords? The best nook in London.
Only up the street. Formerly chef to
the Governor-General of India. Such
curries as England cannot equal.
Enough; ] know him well. a place
to be cultivated and had in reverence. /
never mention it to any one. 1t is too
good place for common men How did
you get to know Of itY
Come, | won't stand much of that be-
fore dinner. We had better 90"
"Yes, wen 90. Goodnight, Mr.. Stingo
goodnight, Mrs. Stingo; we shall meet,
/ trust, this day week. By-theway, my
good friend, have you any more Of that
particular brandy? Ny nerves have been
dreadfully tried today"
Certainly, Sir Will you come into
tho parlor, Sir? will your friend walk in
too, Sir? Your Servant Sir!
"Oh, he'll walk in-walx into Hades
for such stuff as you have there A most
special tipple, my dear Bugby.'
The two gentlemen had thus, as they
4 4 a 4
and they departed forthwith for Mr.. Hal
fords restaurant. The dinner was eaten
with a zest that did the tonic credit, each
consuming a bottle of the good old claret
there to be had, and at halfpast nine
they were.full and comfortable.
"Bugby," said the Coroner, I'VE have
dlned well. There is but one thing want
ing ClaTet, especially claret like this
Tor rather, to be more exact, like that
Leoville) iudiciously warmed by loving
and appreciative hand, is good wine, a
gift of God-while you are drinking it.
But you well know it is of its nature to
be deficient of alcohol, of that spirit
which excites to natural activity all the
tissues, and induces within the stomach
that circulation and assimilation
pray stop, my dear Coronerl have
fortably within me, layer upon layer.
every interstice filled up with noble wine
Why should you, even in imagination,
seek to disturb this peace within me
Let it repose.
True, my son. 1t was to this / was
coming-repose. Repose is the secret of
all art lin all Renaissance particularly to
be desiderated), of architecture of sculp-
ture. of decoration, and of dining 1t is
that would attain 1t must in our case
be assured. There is liquid born Of
Erin which can assure it. Let US have
some punch. Waiter Old Jameson
punch for two"
BY half past ten, having turned up
their third tumblers the Coroner and the
journalist struggled to their feet, and
left the restaurant arm in arm. The
holder of the ancient and dignified office,
recalling the circumstance that his wife
and daughter would not be at home at
so early an hour, saw no reason for fore
stalling them HI dropped in at a favor
ite club, where the evening air was cor
rected by another whisky punch. | re
gret to write that it was not until two in
the morning that his faithful spouse and
eldest daughter aided his undignified
ascent to his bedroom, in a condition
rather worse than that of his witness Of
the day before.
As for Mr. Bugby, he was a~trained
sy ybarite When he had refreshed him
self with a cup Of tea in a Fleet Street
haunt, and had again washed his inner
man with some brandy and settler, he
sat down and wrote Tor the morning Reg
ister an article which put the Alliance in
ecstasy.
How appalling" cried the Morning
REGISTER. on paper is the deuoucment
Of lie lrnaLt c1tasfrnrlhnl Rnantr trnalth