Recorder's Court-Two of a Trade can never agree....... A Serenader-Christopher Cramer and his Cremona................ PICKINGS FROM THE "PICAYUNE." JIM JOYCE, WHO TRIED TO BE A TEMPERANCE MAN, BUT COULDN'T COME IT! An individual who rejoices in the name of Jim Joyce, was lecturing the lamp-post on the mutability of matter, at the corner of Lafayette Square, on Sunday night. His remarks, which were delivered in a loud voice, brought the watchman on his legs, as they say in parliamentary phrase; for he had just, by way of showing his extraordinary vigilance, been taking a comfortable snooze-or, to speak more refinedly, he had been indulging in the luxuriance of an hour's somnolency. "Keep silent!" said Joyce to the lamp-post, as the watchman approached him, "and I'll explain the whole matter to you." "What's the matter with you?" said the watchman. “Who are you?-eh ?-Let me see. Why, I'm blowed if you aint Jim Joyce! What! Jim, my old covey, not taken the pledge yet! Ah, Jim! you must be elected president of the Unreformed Drunkards;-you can go the anti-Washingtonian ticket strong!" "Charley, old feller," said Jim, "I's not what I used to was -I aint myself-I aint nobody-I aint nothing-I wish I was. I have wound up my affairs, and am in a state of liquor-dation!" "Yes, I guess as how you have accepted a great many draughts lately," said the watchman-"you seem like it." |