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Show In the Wrong Shop. An Irishman who had boon here but a short timo was roaming through our streets regardless of locality, and stumbled upon Beokman street, in which, between Nassau ond William, thero were a number of lawyers' law-yers' offices, among which there was ono In a basement This son of the "ould sod," who was bent on some enterprise of groat pith and moment, observing this office and fancying fancy-ing that something might bo procured there commensurate with his ambition and finances, went down the steps to the office. On entering enter-ing he saw one of our noble profession seated at a desk, on the leaf of which was one law book, obsolete and borrowed from a friend, and a bundle of papers relating to a bygone case, and which were thus placed to impress the clients when thoy camo, but who wero accumulating only in the mind's eye. The lawyer, hearing tho footfall of the newcomer, busied himself with the papers, in the anxious anx-ious hope thnt at last something had come to him which would enlarge his finances. Tho Irishman, who was evidently dhttp-pointed dhttp-pointed at tho small show of merchandise-and merchandise-and quite taken aback, said: "Arrah, what do you keep for sale here?" Dpon which our lawyer, aggrieved at being be-ing taken for a seller of small warso, impetuously, impetu-ously, aud looking savagely at the impudent intruder, answered; "Blockhead !" To which, quick as a flash, came the response: re-sponse: '"Pon me sowl, then, you mustbedolu'a brisk business, for there's only on left." New York Herald. |