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A soldier I met told me that he had seen the prisoner put his hand into an old gentleman's pocket and take out a purse" well, she would find that the stout spirit of Mr. Justice Stareleigh still survives in our judges. The soldier must be produced. Before that is done we are not technically aware that he exists at all. Then there are one or two points in the article itself which puzzle me.
The reader does not create the character, the writer has done that; and now he refreshes it into unwonted vividness, as when a wet sponge is passed over an old picture. Scrooge, and Tiny Tim, and Sam Weller and his wonderful father, and Sergeant Buzfuz, and Justice Stareleigh have an intenser reality and vitality than before. As the reading advances the spell becomes more entrancing.
Justice Stareleigh, who immediately wrote down something with a pen without any ink in it, and looked unusually profound, to impress the jury with the belief that he always thought most deeply with his eyes shut. Serjeant Buzfuz proceeded
You shall well and truly try 'I beg this court's pardon, said the chemist, who was a tall, thin, yellow-visaged man, 'but I hope this court will excuse my attendance. 'On what grounds, Sir? said Mr. Justice Stareleigh. 'I have no assistant, my Lord, said the chemist. 'I can't help that, Sir, replied Mr. Justice Stareleigh. 'You should hire one.
Quite as exhilarating in its way as the all-but dramatised report of the great breach of promise case tried before Mr. Justice Stareleigh, was that other condensation of a chapter from "Pickwick," descriptive of Mr. Bob Sawyer's Party. It was a Reading, in the delivery of which the Reader himself had evidently the keenest sense of enjoyment.
Justice Stareleigh had done this, all you could see of him was two queer little eyes, one broad pink face, and somewhere about half of a big and very comical-looking wig.
Justice Stareleigh remarked, with a heavier cold in the head than hitherto, in a severe monotone, and with the greatest deliberation, "You must not tell us what the soldier says unless the soldier is in court, unless that soldier comes here in uniform, and is examined in the usual way it's not evidence."
Justice Stareleigh, again! nobody had ever conceived the world of humorous suggestiveness underlying all the words put into his mouth until the author's utterance of them came to the readers of Pickwick with the surprise of a revelation.
At this very unexpected reply the spectators tittered, and Mr. Sergeant Buzfuz said curtly, "Stand down, sir." Sergeant Snubbin then addressed the jury on behalf of the defendant, and after that Mr. Justice Stareleigh summed up. At the end of a quarter of an hour the jury brought in a verdict for the plaintiff with £750 damages. In the court-room Mr. Pickwick encountered Messrs.
"I was just about to say " "Will you, or will you not, answer my question, sir?" "Why, God bless my soul, I was just about to say that " Whereupon the Court, otherwise Mr. Justice Stareleigh, blinking faster than ever, blurted out severely, "If you don't answer the question you'll be committed to prison, sir!" And then, but not till then, Mr.
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