THE P,Rsr MATRIMONIAL QuARREL.-The ex
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THE PlRsT MATRIMONIAL QUARREL.-The ex-
treme excitability, and curiously constituted tenn
perament of the Irish, which makes them pc
culiarly prone to Nov melt into love and now
madden into crime," was ludcrously exempli6ed
at the Police Office on Saturday.


A young Irish woman rushed into the office in
state Of almost frantic excitement; her eyes start
ing from their sockets and her whole face inflam-
ed with passion and rage. Your Honor SAID she
10 the magistrate, in voice half choked with pas
sion, want warrant for my husband. What
did he do to you asked the magistrate. He bate
me, and abused me, and treated me worse than
dog, replied the woman. Can you swear to that I!
asked the magistrate. It's | that can and WILL
replied she vehemen,ly. My good woman, said
the magistrate, you are at this moment too much
excited to take an oath. You had better go home
and come here on Monday, and will then hear
your complaint. Instead, however, ofleaving the
Office, she sat down on one of the forms, and be-
gan to cry most piteously at what she called de-
nial of Justice. gentleman who was standing
close 10 her endeayored TO pacify her, by telling
her that her complaint would be assuredly heard
on Monday. All said she, sobbing, and in a
tone OF voice, now as much subdued as it was a
few minutes before vehement, if once 60 home
am afraid III never be seen here again. Why?
said the gentleman, are you afraid your husband
will murder you, or make away with you, or con-
fine you? Oh no, sir, said she, | am sure he
won't do anything Of that sort. 10 tell you the
truth, sir, this is the first quarrel ever we had,
and am afraid that AS she did not finish
the sentence, the gentleman again asked her what
she was afraid OF. Sir, said she, with an air OF
The most serious simplicity, g | am afraid that be-
fore Monday, I'll make up with him and forgive
him, and then Of course III never come here
again"


"Wen," said the gentleman, laughing, stake
my advice, and 60 home, and don't be at all afraid
of making up with your husband


"Why, then, in truth, sir" said she, "may be
after all it's the best way, and I'll take your ad
vice and 60 home" And the fury Of the few
minutes before, walked out Of the Office with hel
features as composed if no cloud of anger had
ever passed over them.-N. T. Journal Of Com