Holidays at the Grange; or, A Week's Delight: Games and Stories for Parlor and FiresideHiggins, Emily Mayer
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Holidays at the Grange; or, A Week's Delight: Games and Stories for Parlor and Fireside
Higgins, Emily Mayer
Amusements -- Juvenile literature; Children's stories; Indoor games -- Juvenile literature
His Honor was angry and tired, and gave rather a savage look at the
culprits. "A case like this needs very little proof--they are arrant
swindlers, evidently--with all that foolery of dress about them! Remove
that wig and beard." The red blood rushed up to the cheeks and forehead
of poor Will Forsythe, and showed itself through the yellow dye of his
skin, as he was obliged to submit to this indignity; and he mentally
exclaimed: "If ever I pretend again to be any thing I am not, may my
head come off too!" "You appear in this case, Mr. Warren," said the
Mayor. "Let me hear what can be urged against these men, and produce
your witnesses." "I find that I have very little to say on the subject,
your Honor. It is true, I can prove that this gentleman went to consult
the prisoner as to a missing will, and that he is under the impression
that spirits were consulted on the occasion. But I can also prove that
very sensible advice was given to my client--to consult a lawyer of
great respectability and high promise; and accordingly he came to me.
And further, I can prove that the astrologers did not receive one
farthing in payment for their counsel, and, indeed, positively refused
the offer of a handsome gratuity from my grateful client. And I can
challenge any one in the city of New York to prove that, in any one
case, the prisoners received money in return for advice or assistance
given to any visitor. This fact takes from the case the appearance of a
swindling transaction, according to the well-known law of George III.,
which doubtless your Honor thoroughly remembers." "There appears, then,
to be no prosecution in this case? I find that, like a true lawyer, you
can argue on one side as well as the other." "There is none, your Honor:
my client withdraws the prosecution. May I be allowed a word in
private?" After a whispered consultation of some minutes, during which
our unmasked jesters observed his Honor cast very highly-amused glances
in their direction, and heard occasional snatches of the
conversation,--"Ha, indeed? sons of *** and ****, do you say? the first
families in the South! I knew their fathers well! tell them to come to
dinner just as they are--the ladies will make allowances."
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