LAWYER (_chuckling with laughter_). No; bigamy--a man that has married six wives. JUDGE (_in astonishment_). Six wives! Are any of them in Court? LAWYER. Yes; there are four here. JUDGE. So the remaining two have gotten him here to be kept out of the four's way. I condemn the prisoner to be given up to the custody of the four, and if either is like mine at home, he will have punishment enough. Call the next case. OFFICER (_calls and shows into pen_). Timothy Garpickle. JUDGE. What is the charge? LAWYER. Robbing hen-roosts. JUDGE. Robbing her roasts! Roast what? LAWYER. Hen-roosts--taking away the eggs and young chickens. JUDGE. Prisoner, what have you got to say to the charge? PRISONER. Guilty. JUDGE. Clear him out; we'll stand no blarney fooling here. The Court and learned counsel will take a recess for luncheon. [_Exit LAWYER._ (_Voices are now heard from without. Two men, with sticks, enter, and demand an interview with the JUDGE. The OFFICER attempts to disarm them of their weapons. A lively fight ensues, during which the stage is cleared of its LAWYERS' table, PRISONERS' pen and JUDGE'S box. The fight continuing, the JUDGE and COURT OFFICER at last succeed in causing the two pugilists to beat a hasty retreat._) * * * * * The above Drama has been arranged for acting on the Punch and Judy stage. For the parlor acting Drama, which is on a more extended scale, send 15 cents to the publisher, for a copy of the "Dutch Justice." [Illustration] [4]Mr. Punch and the Great $25,000 Box Trick. [Illustration] _Enter FOREIGNER and MR. PUNCH._ FOREIGNER. Mr. Punch, have you heard the news? PUNCH. News! What news? FOREIGNER. Why, my boss has received from Europe a great twenty-five-thousand-dollar box. PUNCH (_with a gesticulation of surprise, says_). I don't believe it. FOREIGNER. It is all true, and he has left me in charge of it. PUNCH. Is that so? Well, what is there inside that box? FOREIGNER. Oh, I don't exactly know; but lots of funny things, alive, I think. PUNCH. Well, suppose you bring it up, and let's see what it looks like. FOREIGNER. Ah! so I will; but mind, you mustn't raise the lid up. PUNCH. All right; go ahead--bring it up. (_PUNCH commences to dance with delight._) FOREIGNER. Yes, yes, it shall be brought up, but you must come down and help me, it is so heavy. (_PUNCH disappears, following the FOREIGNER._) _Re-enter FOREIGNER and PUNCH, bearing box. They fix it in position._ FOREIGNER. Now mind, Mr. Punch, you are not to touch that box. PUNCH (_dances up and down the stage in high glee; peeps round, and looks at front of box, says_). Oh, no; I not touch it. FOREIGNER. Now, Mr. Punch, I am going away; but remember, you are not to touch that box. [_Exit FOREIGNER._