The Warwickshire Herald. — 1888-09-27 (Birmingham, West Midlands, England)

CURRENT TOPICS. [By NRmEsis.]  As I sat in the Aston Police Court, on Tuesday, and looked upon Superintendent Walker, and noticed with pleasure how robust and well in health he appeared, I could not suppress certain envious feelings taking possession of ree. I thought how I had been forced by—but I won't reveal my poverty—to spend my brief spell of holidays ruralising in the picturesqueness of a neighbouring Principality, whilst he had been to that wonderful land—America. What would the shade of Columbus say if it knew, as I do, that in the course of the past month "our Super" had travelled to the States and back, and had perchance become initiated in the mysteries of the gin - sling decoction, and had acquired that essentially American habit of expectorating with astounding volume and unerring accuracy of direction. It was on an August day— He had just received his pay— That the " Super " said he would, And his minis said ho could, Take a voyage on the sea Across to A—iner—i—kce. So he packed up his trunk, And engaged a cosy bank ; And off in glee, started he, For his voyage on the sea. Though an active Walker, hi's A poor sailor On the seas ; And when old Albion was clear, To the bulwark he drew near, And—but why should I detail The miseries of the sail. Soon our "Super" found hi' feet, And I think it only meet To inform the public here He was not again so queer. Then he chummed in with " .Jack," And he learned how to tack, As he sailed o'er the sea Oh, so free and merrily. Rejoice. He passed in safety o'et, And landed on the other shore. Then he was quite free to roam Somewhat further from his home; But his time was very short, For back at home he ought To be within a month. He Returned from his jovial spree, And possessed of an notion, He again crossed the ocean, And is at present, I ween, Every day to be seen In supreme command again Of his gallant set of men ; Each one of whom, I'll lay, Will join with me to-day In a cheer, one two three, For his return in safety.  Anyone who has once seen he face of the man Geo. Nicholson, accused of the murder of his wife, would never forget it. It is strikingly peculiar, and altogether a rare study for a physiognomist. The nose is of extraordinary shape and size, and the eyes are deep, sunken under, uneven, contracting, and hairy eye-brows. The forehead is not of a had shape when viewed in the profile, but it is singularly narrow. The beard has apparently been allowed to grow in order to cover a protruding and ill-shapen chin.  The proceedings at the Revision Court were decidedly flat, and no coruscations of wit or a jeu d'esprit enlivened the proceedings and provoked cachinnatory excesses. Even the most cueory observer could not help contrasting the the style of Mr. Griffiths with that ot his predecessor, Mr. Saint. The latter was at times exasperatingly slow in his endeavours to observe strict accuracy, and it is on record that on one occasion he sat motionless, unmindful of the secret laughter that tittered round the place, with his head slightly inclined so as to rest on his left hand, for a whole hour and a half thinking out some intricate point that had been raised during the work of revision.  Mr. Saint is of the old school; Mr. Griffiths is not. Mr. Saint was nothing if he was not accurate in his rulings ; his dicisions were not hasty conclusions. Mr. Griffiths is nothing if he is not expeditious ; and the reporters assure me that they love him none the less for that. He's gone from among us, is Saint, You are wrong if you think he ain't; He was slow, to be sure, but then You could lay a hundred to ten He was as right as right could be. Now Griffiths is not slow, not he ; He works (sensible man) for his fee; He is not quite a Saint, but yet A thou' to a " brown " you can bet He is as quick as quick can be.