DUTCHMAN. That yon ship vill not be here for von whole hour yet. Come, now; thou hast time. IRISHMAN. Arrah, well said! But what are those black clouds I see? DUTCHMAN. See yon ship taking in her canvas. Hurry, before we are taken in the storm ourselves. [_Exeunt._ [Illustration] (_The waves of the artificial sea are now set in motion. Ship enters at the left side, and slowly sails twice across. On its third sail the ship is met by a Steamer, coming in an opposite direction. Voices are heard--"_Hard a-port! Where are you coming to?_" The Ship and Steamer collide together; voices are again heard--"_We are sinking! Get out the life-boat!_" The sails of the Sailing[3]Ship become ruffled up, and the Ship gradually sinks beneath the waves--the Steamer passes along uninjured._) _Enter DUTCHMAN._ DUTCHMAN. Yaw, yaw, that vessel is now no more. IRISHMAN. Arrah, I say, is that ship come in yet? DUTCHMAN. Ship come in! Vot, have you not heard the news? IRISHMAN. News! What news? DUTCHMAN. That ship has sunk--gone to the very bottom. IRISHMAN. What! With all on board? DUTCHMAN. Yes; all are drowned. IRISHMAN. Then my wife's mother is gone, too. (_he puts his hands up to his face and cries._) DUTCHMAN. Vot! Crying because you've lost your mother-in-law? IRISHMAN. No, friend, it is not that; but maybe when I tell my ole woman she'll be arter going frantic, and clubbing my head off. DUTCHMAN. Nonsense! I'll come with you, and gradually break the sad, sad news. [_Exeunt._ [Illustration] THE BLACK JUDGE. SCENE.--_The Prison-House._ _Enter two men who fix the JUDGE'S bench in the hole used for the gallows. PRISONERS' pen in the centre; LAWYERS' table on the left of stage._ [_Exit._ _JUDGE enters--takes his stand at the bench._ JUDGE. I have to inform my learned friends that the judge that should have been here, by the advice of his physician has left this day for Europe, and I will hold Court until his return. [Illustration] LAWYER. What! A black Justice to hold Court? JUDGE. Yes; I sit here to-day. LAWYER. I object to your jurisdiction. JUDGE. The Court overrules your objection, and fines you ten cigars for contempt of Court. Call the docket. Is it large? Where are the officers? _Enter COURT OFFICER._ OFFICER. Your Honor, there are several cases set down for trial. JUDGE. Call the first that is guilty. LAWYER. Michael Doolittle. OFFICER. Michael Doolittle. (_goes for him, and marches him into the pen._) JUDGE. What is the charge? LAWYER. Highway robbery. JUDGE. Highway robbery! What is that? LAWYER. Stealing from the person--taking the prosecutor's watch--his golden time-keeper.