ngly, gave a
growl--merely a growl of inquiry. Brown--which was the counsel's
name--was a little startled at this unexpected remonstrance, and
paused, looking up at the Judge.

"Go on," said my lord--"go on, pray," pretending not to know the cause
of the interruption.

He went on accordingly for a considerable time, with a very noisy
speech--so noisy that one could not hear one's self bark, which I did
two or three times without any effect. However, at last I made one of
my best efforts.

But this was bad policy, inasmuch as it attracted too much attention
to myself, who had been hitherto unseen.

My lord, however, thanks to his presence of mind, had the kindness to
say,--

"Dear me! I wish people would not bring their dogs into court." Then
turning to our marshal, he said, "Take Jack into Baron Pollock's
room"--the Baron had just gone in to lunch, for he was always punctual
to a minute--"and ask him to give him a mutton-chop."

And when, five minutes later, my lord came in, the Baron was enjoying
his chop, and I was eating my lord's.

In another court the Judge administered a well-timed rebuke to a
flippant and very egotistical counsel, and I could hardly restrain
myself from administering another. During the progress of a dreadfully
long address to the jury for the defence, he said,--

"Why, gentlemen, there is not sufficient evidence against the prisoner
_on which to hang a dog_."

"And how much evidence, Mr. ----, would you consider sufficient to
hang a dog?"

"That would depend, my lord, as to whom the dog belonged."

I thought how like human nature that young man was.

I used to have a very good view of all that took place in court,
and could tell some very funny as well as interesting stories about
persons I have seen.

One day I was amused _so_ much that, had I not remembered where I was,
I must, like my friends mentioned by Robert Burns in his "Twa Dogs,"
have "barked wi' joy," because I thought it so strange. Here was a
Queen's Counsel, a man of so proper a countenance that I do not think
it ever smiled in its life, and so very devoted to his profession that
he would never think of leaving it to go to a racecourse. I should
have as soon expected to meet him in our dogs' home looking for a
greyhound to go coursing with on Primrose Hill,--and here he was
standing up on his hind legs, and making an application to the court
which my lord was never in his life known to grant.

It was the night b