The Humourous Story of Farmer Bumpkin's Lawsuit Part 16

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CHAPTER XII.

How the great Don O'Rapley became an usher of the Court of Queen's Bench and explained the ingenious invention of the round square-how Mr. b.u.mpkin took the water and studied character from a penny steamboat.

Some years ago there lived in a little village near Bridgewater a young man who was the bowler of his village eleven-one of the first roundhand bowlers in point of time, and by no means the last in point of merit.

Indeed, so great was the local fame of this young man that it produced a sensation for miles around when it was announced that Don O'Rapley (such was his name) was going to bowl. All the boys of the village where the match was to take place were in a state of the utmost excitement to see the Don. At times it was even suggested that he was unfairly "smugged in" to play for a village to which he had no pretensions to belong. In process of time the youth became a man, and by virtue of his cricket reputation he obtained a post in the Court of Queen's Bench. The gentleman whom I have referred to as looking with such austerity at Mr.

b.u.mpkin is that very Don O'Rapley; the requirements of a large family necessitated his abandonment of a profession which, although more to his taste, was not sufficiently remunerative to admit of his indulging it after the birth of his sixth child. But it was certain that he never lost his love for the relinquished pursuit, as was manifest from his habit when alone of frequently going through a kind of dumb motion with his arm as if he were delivering one of his celebrated "twisters." He had even been seen in a quiet corner of the Court to go through the same performance in a somewhat modified form. He was once caught by the Judge in the very act of delivering a ball, but found a ready apology in the explanation that he had a touch of "rheumatiz" in his right shoulder.

Now I saw in my dream that Don O'Rapley was in earnest conversation with Horatio, and it was clear Mr. b.u.mpkin was the subject of it, from the very marked manner in which the Don and the youth turned occasionally to look at him. It may be stated that Horatio was the nephew of Don O'Rapley, and, perhaps, it was partly in consequence of this relations.h.i.+p, and partly in consequence of what Horatio told him, that the latter gentleman rose from his seat under the witness-box and came towards Mr. b.u.mpkin, shouting as he did so in a very solemn and prolonged tone, "Si-lence!"

Mr. b.u.mpkin saw him, and, conscious that he was innocent this time of any offence for which he could be committed, stood his ground with a bold front, and firmly held his white beaver with both hands. O'Rapley contemplated him for a few minutes with an almost affectionate interest.

b.u.mpkin felt much as a pigeon would under the gaze of an admiring owl.

At last O'Rapley spoke:-

"Why, it's never Mr. b.u.mpkin, is it?"

"It be a good imitation, sir," said b.u.mpkin, "and I bean't asheamed of un."

"Silence!" cried the Don. "You don't remember me, I s'pose?"

"Wall, not rightly, I doan't."

"I dissay you recollect Don O'Rapley, the demon bowler of Bridgewater?"

"I've 'eered tell on 'im," said b.u.mpkin.

"I'm that man!" said the Don, "and this is my nephew, Mr. Sn.i.g.g.e.r. He tells me you've got a case comin' on?"

"I be."

"Just step outside," said the Don, "we mustn't talk 'ere." So they went into Westminster Hall, and the good-natured O'Rapley asked if Mr. b.u.mpkin would like to look round, and if so he said he would be happy to show him, for he was very pleased to see anyone from the scene of his youthful exploits.

"Thankee, sir-thankee, sir," answered b.u.mpkin, delighted to find another "native" among "furriners." "And this 'ere genleman be thy nevvy, sir?"

"He is, and very proud of him I am; he's my sister's son."

"Seems a nice quiet boy," said Mr. b.u.mpkin. "Now how old might he be?"

"Old," said Mr. O'Rapley, looking deedily at the floor and pressing his hand to his forehead, "why he'll be seventeen come March."

"Hem! his 'ed be a good deal older nor thic: his 'ed be forty-it's my way o' thinkin'."

The Don laughed.

"Yes, he has his head screwed on the right way, I think."

"Why that air lad," said b.u.mpkin, "might make a judge."

O'Rapley laughed and shook his head.

"In old times," said he, "he might ha' made a Lord Chancellor; a man as was clever had a chance then, but lor' blesh you, Mr. b.u.mpkin, now-a-days it's so very different; the raw material is that plentiful in the law that you can find fifty men as would make rattlin good Lord Chancellors for one as you could pick out to make a rattlin' good bowler. But come, we'll have a look round."

So round they looked again, and Mr. b.u.mpkin was duly impressed with the array of wigs and the number of books and the solemnity of the judges and the arguments of counsel, not one word of which was intelligible to him.

Mr. O'Rapley explained everything and pointed out where a judge and jury tried a case, and then took him into another court where two judges tried the judge and jury, and very often set them both aside and gave new trials and altered verdicts and judgments or refused to do so notwithstanding the elaborate arguments of the most eloquent and long-winded of learned counsel.

Then the Don asked if Mr. b.u.mpkin would like to see the Chancery Judges-to which Mr. b.u.mpkin answered that "he hadn't much opinion o'

Chancery from all he'd 'eeard, and that when a man got into them there Cooarts maybe he'd never coome out agin, but he shouldn't mind seein' a Chancery Judge."

"Well, then," said the distinguished bowler, "now-a-days we needn't go to Chancery, for they've invented the 'Round Square.'"

Mr. b.u.mpkin stared. Could so great a man as the O'Rapley be joking? No; the Don seldom laughed. He was a great admirer of everything relating to the law, but had a marked prejudice against the new system; and when he spoke of the "Round Square" he meant, as he afterwards explained, that confusion of Law and Equity which consists in putting Chancery Judges to try common law cases and Common Law Judges to unravel the nice twistings of the elaborate system of Equity; "as though," said he, "you should fuse the butcher and the baker by getting the former to make bread and the latter to dress a calf."

Mr. b.u.mpkin could only stare by way of reply.

"If you want to see Chancery Judges," added the Don, "come to the Old Bailey!"

CHAPTER XIII.

An interesting gentleman-showing how true it is that one half the world does not know how the other half lives.

"The Old Bailey," said Mr. b.u.mpkin, as they crossed Palace Yard on their way to the steamboat pier, "bean't that where all these 'ere chaps be tried for s.h.i.+p stealin'?" (sheep stealing).

"I don't know about s.h.i.+p stealing," said O'Rapley, "but it's a place where they can cure all sorts of diseases."

"Zounds!" exclaimed b.u.mpkin, "I've 'eeard tell of un. A horsepital you means-dooan't want to goo there."

"Horse or donkey, it don't matter what," said Don O'Rapley. "They've got a stuff that's so strong a single drop will cure any disease you've got."

"I wonder if it 'ud cure my old 'ooman's roomatiz. It 'ud be wuth tryin', maybe."

"I'll warrant it," replied the Don. "She'd never feel 'em after takin'

one drop," and he drew his hand across his mouth and coughed.

"I'd like to try un," said the farmer, "for she be a terrible suffrer in these 'ere east winds. 'As 'em like all up the grine."

"Ah," said the Don, "it don't matter where she 'as 'em, it will cure her."

"How do 'em sell it-in bottles?"

"No, it isn't in bottles-you take it by the foot; about nine feet's considered a goodish dose."

Mr. b.u.mpkin looked straight before him, somewhat puzzled at this extraordinary description of a medicine. At length he got a glimmering of the Don's meaning, and, looking towards, but not quite at him, said:-

"I be up to 'ee, sir!" and the Don laughed, and asked whether his description wasn't right?

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