The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1891-07-17

We cannot be held for libel do we but re-
peat the well-worn tradition of blood consan-
guinity between our lawyers and the father
of lies. The keystone of their profession be-
ing the manufacture of such tissues, we feel
almost electrocuted when the lord chief JUS
tice of our foremost civilization presents the
spectacle of not making but taking these
aforesaid manufactured articles.
Lord Coleridge, in his charge TO The jury
in recent Infamous trial, brands himself to
the world as either fool or sycophant.
Could he swallow testimony from two callow,
wine-deluded youths, his judgment is not of
the clear, judicial stamp; did he stoop to
shield Englands' shame-decked prince, he
more than trailed his ermine in the dust
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1t tickles our fancy in this connexion to
tell story that may be familiar to some of
the readers of The 1Bgis.
Several lawyers from Baltimore as counsel
in case tried at our county seat.
The days work done, the party is entertain
ed by one Of the leading members of the Bel
Small wonder then that on their homeward
way, the party, one. by one, sees most won
derful sight, so wonderful they all come back
to their host, the tale to tell. They had seen
a comet, blazing comet, a comet with a tail,
two comets, more comets, nay every star in
all the starry heavens famed a tai5 the Great
Bear himself no longer above reproach, for
the North Star bore the self-same tail But
hush, tell it not, go unto your homes, breathe
not so great scandal. And here the anal.
ogy ends.
Great Wales has little-tattled, the after-din.
ner breath of some very questionable gossips
has befogged the brain of celebrated jurist,
and we see name that is greater than Guelph,
in print, taboed in the army, a by-wor among
the nations.
The pity OF it is, man even In this prac-
teal age cannot get rid of the strain of thirty
generations devotion to an idea; to knightly
courtesy there Is one thing dearer than hon.
or itself-fealty to the king! Be 1t brave Sir
Williams greenest bay that he has set some
old world long-forgotten chivalry before our
very eyes.
Oh miracle to eyes strained with money
getting, ears hushed by the din of trade
Our Anglo-Saxon blood Is flbred through and
through with love of fair play already the
bone and sinew of England's commonwealth
strikes out in behalf of straight up and down,
out and out justice to all.
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Following fast on the decadence of letter
writing "a a fine art we see with no will NJ
the-wisp vision the loss of the conversation
al art. That most delightful gift, the ability
to talk wisely and well, has gone out of fash
ion amongst us.
1t has become newspaper dictum, than
which since the Modes and Persians ruled,
there has been no stronger authority, that
anybody can write nowadays, and that every
body does in fact the whole world has gone
mad a-scribbling, and that for pay.
A late United States Senator, who owes
his retirement to petticoats, and whose silver
tongued eloquence Is now no more than an
"iridescent dream" has told US very fatty,
since his ideas are worth money, he cannot
talk gratis.
So after the great, we fall into line, mouth
shut tight, pencil in hand, awaiting some fu-
ture invention to supply our loss.
Already there is hint in the air that one
enterprising philanthropist has held most in
teresting conversations with member of the
monkey tribe. He says Jocko's qualifications
as conversationalst cannot be disputed.
The main difficulty will be TO educate our
selves to this medium.
That done, we may set to at our scratch
for ideas, while talented and graceful MEM
hers of the Simian aristocracy keep flowing
the limpid tide OF after-dinner eloquence.