trous falsehood? when we did but stand
in defence of our own; and isn't it a sin that we should have been
turned out of our rightful possessions upon such a rascally plea?

Higgs, Biggs, and Blatherwick had evidently been bribed; for would you
believe it?--they told us to give up possession at once, as a will
was found, and we could not defend the action. My Jemmy refused
their proposal with scorn, and laughed at the notion of the will: she
pronounced it to be a forgery, a vile blackamoor forgery; and believes,
to this day, that the story of its having been made thirty years ago,
in Calcutta, and left there with old Tug's papers, and found there, and
brought to England, after a search made by order of Tuggeridge junior,
is a scandalous falsehood.

Well, the cause was tried. Why need I say anything concerning it? What
shall I say of the Lord Chief Justice, but that he ought to be ashamed
of the wig he sits in? What of Mr. ---- and Mr. ----, who exerted their
eloquence against justice and the poor? On our side, too, was no less
a man than Mr. Serjeant Binks, who, ashamed I am, for the honor of the
British bar, to say it, seemed to have been bribed too: for he actually
threw up his case! Had he behaved like Mr. Mulligan, his junior--and to
whom, in this humble way, I offer my thanks--all might have been well. I
never knew such an effect produced, as when Mr. Mulligan, appearing for
the first time in that court, said, "Standing here upon the pidestal of
secred Thamis; seeing around me the arnymints of a profission I rispict;
having before me a vinnerable judge, and an enlightened jury--the
counthry's glory, the netion's cheap defender, the poor man's priceless
palladium: how must I thrimble, my lard, how must the blush bejew
my cheek--" (somebody cried out, "O CHEEKS!" In the court there was a
dreadful roar of laughing; and when order was established, Mr.
Mulligan continued:)--"My lard, I heed them not; I come from a counthry
accustomed to opprission, and as that counthry--yes, my lard, THAT
IRELAND--(do not laugh, I am proud of it)--is ever, in spite of her
tyrants, green, and lovely, and beautiful: my client's cause, likewise,
will rise shuperior to the malignant imbecility--I repeat, the MALIGNANT
IMBECILITY--of those who would thrample it down; and in whose teeth,
in my client's name, in my counthry's--ay, and MY OWN--I, with folded
arrums, hurl a scarnful and eternal defiance!"

"For heaven's sake, Mr. Milligan"--("M