BOW STREET.
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Mrs. Catherine Casey WAS charged with
having purloined Mrs. Judith O'Leary'.
wedding ring.


The ladies' are both natives of the EN-
erald gem Of the western wave'--the green
land OF shamrocks and shilleahs. They
came to this country together in the days
of their youth; they toiled together in the
sunny harvest fields; they got comforta.
bic husbands to them; they grew old TO.
gether; they ate, they drank, they smokedi
they were gossips-sworn .ossips and
friends. :" But what is friendship but a
name!" saith the poet. Let Mrs. Judith
O'Leary tell her own tale.


'Yere honour, this is Mistress Carsey,
the gossip, she was 20 me many long
year in oulL Ireland and since we coined
to this, and much is it l made Of her at all
times, your honour-for we got our bits
o'lismg,, and we ate and slept, and we
drink't together.'-


And got drunk together said his Wor-
ship.


Faith did we, your Honour-and wonst
too often replied Mrs. Judith O'Leary
making an iuigpnt curt'sy. "T'other day !,
your Honour, we were taking the drops al
the Blue Pig, and talking of old consarns;|
and the talk came up and the drops went
down softly and swately-that's the
throats Of US your Honour; and by the
bye, SAYS Mistress Casey 20 me, says she
Mistress O'Leary,' says she to me, let's
be home to our own place. And so i
will. Mistress Casey said |, ounly we'll
have tother drop with the three hapence
that's left in the bottom of it'-that's the
pocket your Honour. 'Gads blood, we'll
have t'other drop, gossip says l to her
that's Mistress Carey, your Honour. And
sure we had it, and it was drop too much
for the head of met went round like
the hind wheel of an ackney-rowling and
rowling, your Honour, and rolled home
mighty queer that day and laid myself
down on my own bed and the child had
be me own lawful husband, Tom Ieary,
laid by the side of me fast asleep-ounly
sober as a Judge was the child at that same
time, why shouldn't it 7 And when | wa
ked up, says to me how canned here::'
says |, in my own bed,' says |, before
dark saysI l to myself; but couldn't tell
for the life of me, your Honour, in regard
to gin-that's the blue ruin, as Misther
Jnkins, the prater merchant, calls it, your
Honour. WELL says to myself, sure
I'll get up, for what's the use of lying here
like bastes,' says J., when Tom Leary
isn't at home, and is coming to it may be !:
And got up and shook myself, and got
the water to wash me hands, an ! look'd
at 'em-thats the fingers, but d--il "a ring
was on 'em Devil burn ye, Kate Casey
thinks to myself. but ye've got the BIZ
Of gould from me at last y An went tt
her place-that's in cambridge street
your Honour; an Mistress Casey says
where's my rings' What ring ~ says she
= My wedding ring that got with Ton
I.eary,' says IL Deevi know l know
says She Don't be tellin the lie to thu
lace of me- says I, for sure there's them
that seen ye slither it off the finger of me,
saws !, BE the mother of Moses. its
great lie = says She Thank We Mstres!
Casev,' says IL An what for is it a grea
lie p Take that for yourself, Mrs. OLea
ry,' says she"---


And what was that asked his Wor
ship.


Faith beautiful blow on the mouth o
me- your Honor, replied MIS-. O'Leary-
Laying hold of her upper lip, and turnin!
it inside out for his Worshp's inspection
.Rnt his Worship declined inspecting it
and having let it down again, she proceed
ed to state, that having got this beautiful
thump on the mouth of her, she did no
choose to have ANY more to say to Mrs
Casey, but forthwith hauJed her over to
an officer.


The officer in question said he had learn
ed that Mrs. Casey pawned 6 weddin!
riag on the day of the row, but she re
deemed it in few hours afterwards, ant
that was all the pawnbroker knew about it


Mrs. Casey. who was burning to tell he
story, was then called on for defence.


Mr.. Minshul-Whers's this poor wa
mans ring7


Mrs. Casey-Flo Honour bright, your Wor
ship, know nothing of it.


Mr.. Minshull-She says you took it Of
her finger.


Mira. Casey-Och, as for that, your Re
>erence. she'd say any thing but her pray
ers.


Mr.. Minshuli-As a fr,ead YOU shoul
have taken better care of her ring.


Alrs.N Cssey-Din't take all the car
in the worldrsf her, and took her home


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