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Show LEMONS WOULD NOT SETTLE SET-TLE IT. An old man wilh an exceedingly bald head, a remarkably bad bat and no eont to speak of, holding a large basket full of lemons on his arm, (stood before his honor in the Jefieraon Market police court yesterday. "John Johnston," said the court, "the ofiicor charges you with being drunk." "It's all a mistake, air, " said Mr.; Johnston, setting his basket of lemons dowu between his feet. "By their fruits ye shall know them," said the court. "Good fruit, too," said tho prisoner, picking up a lemon; "sour as the devil, sir." "Mr. Johnston!" exclaimed the court, reprovingly. "'S jus' as I tell you, sir," said the prisoner with a solemn shake of the head; "ef you don't believe it ouck it," and he thrust the lemon towards the court. "I waa not referring to the fruit you sell, but lo the fruit ot your evil life," explained the court. "Yer right, Bquire," conceded the prisoner, graciously; "ye'r right tbar; ef a grapevine was to bring forth a poor quality of thistles, or a peach tree an infer'er v'riety of potatoes, or an apple tree a " "Tnat will do," said hia honor; I don't think you are quite sober yet. Ten dollars or ten days." "Take it in lemons?' But the court rclused to take it in lernous. New York Wnrld. |