e, my lord."

"Go back to your room," said the Judge; which they did, and after
another long absence returned with a verdict of "Manslaughter."

Jubilant with his success, the young solicitor met his juryman,
congratulated him on his firmness, and thanked him for his exertions.

"How did you manage it, my good friend--how did you manage? It was a
wonderful verdict--wonderful!"

"Oh," said he, "I was determined not to budge. I never budge.
Conscience is ever my guide."

"I suppose there were eleven to one against you?"

"Eleven to one! A tough job, sir--a tough job."

"Eleven for wilful murder, eh?" said the jubilant young man. "Dear me,
what a narrow squeak!"

"Eleven for _murder_! No, sir!" exclaimed the juror.

"What, then?"

"_Eleven for an acquittal_! You may depend upon it, sir, the other
jurors had been 'got at.'"

Lord Watson, dining with me one Grand Day at Gray's Inn, said he
recollected a very stupid and a very rude Scottish Judge (which seems
very remarkable) who scarcely ever listened to an advocate, and
pooh-poohed everything that was said.

One day a celebrated advocate was arguing before him, when, to express
his contempt of what he was saying, the cantankerous old curmudgeon of
a Judge pointed with one forefinger to one of his ears, and with the
other to the opposite one.

"You see this, Mr. ----?"

"I do, my lord," said the advocate.

"Well, it just goes in here and comes out there!" and his lordship
smiled with the hilarity of a Judge who thinks he has actually said a
good thing.

The advocate looked and smiled not _likewise_, but a good deal more
wise. Then the expression of his face changed to one of contempt.

"I do not doubt it, my lord," said he. "What is there to prevent it?"

The learned judge sat immovable, and looked--like a judicial--_wit_.

I was now getting on so well in my profession that in the minds
of many of the unsuccessful there was a natural feeling of
disappointment. Why one man should succeed and a dozen fail has ever
been an unsolved problem at the Bar, and ever will be. But the curious
part of this natural law is that it manifests itself in the most
unexpected manner.

Coming one day from a County Court, where I had had a successful day,
and humming a little tune, whom should I meet but my friend Morgan
----. He was a very pleasant man, what is called a _nice man_, of a
quiet, religious turn of mind, and nobody was ever more painstaking
to push himself