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but not forbidding. Deep furrows of age and thought and toil, perhaps of sorrow, run all over it, while his vast mouth, with a ripple of humor ever playing around it, expands like a placid bay, under the huge promontory of his fantastic and incredible nose. His eye is dim and could never have been brilliant, but his voice is rather shrill, with an unmistakable northern intonation; his manner of speech is fluent, not garrulous, but obviously touched by time; his figure is tall, slender, shambling, awkward, but of course perfectly self-possessed. Such is what remains at eighty of the famous Henry Brougham."

The table talk of these two veterans of the law was not particularly interesting or brilliant. Motley says he does not repeat it because it is worth recording, but because he "tries to Boswellize a little" for the entertainment of the member of his family to whom his letter is addressed:

"The company was too large for general conversation, but every now and then we at our end paused to listen to Brougham and Lyndhurst chaffing each other across the table. Lyndhurst said, 'Brougham, you disgraced the woolsack by appearing there with those plaid trousers, and with your peer's robe, on one occasion, put on over your chancellor's gown.' 'The devil,' said Brougham, 'you know that to be a calumny; I never wore the plaid trousers.' 'Well,' said Lyndhurst, 'he confesses the two gowns. Now, the present Lord Chancellor never appears except in small clothes and silk stockings.' Upon which Lady Stanley observed that the ladies in the gallery all admired Lord Chelmsford for his handsome leg. A virtue that was never seen in you, Brougham,' said Lyndhurst.'

One of the most interesting things in the book is Bismarck's description of parliamentary warfare. Bismarck and Motley were college companions at Gottingen and Berlin in 1832-3, and the friendship then formed continued throughout life. In a note jotted down in the Chamber (about 1864), Bismarck says: "You have given me a great pleasure with your letter of the 9th, and I shall be very grateful to you if you will keep your promise to write oftener and longer. I hate politics, but, as you say truly, like the grocer hating figs, I am none the less obliged to keep my thoughts increasingly occupied with

those figs. Even at this moment while I am writing to you, my ears are full of it. I am obliged to listen to particularly tasteless speeches out of the mouths of uncommonly childish and excited politicians, and I have, therefore, a moment of unwilling leisure which I cannot use better than in giving you news of my welfare. I never thought that in my riper years I should be obliged to carry on such an unworthy trade as that of a parliamentary minister. As envoy, although an official, I still had the feeling of being a gentleman; as (parliamentary) minister one is a helot. I have come down in the world, and hardly know how.

"April 18.-I wrote as far as this yesterday, then the sitting came to an end;, five hours' Chamber until three o'clock; one hour's report to his Majesty, three hours at an incredibly dull dinner, old important Whigs, then two hours' work; finally, a supper with a colleague, who would have been hurt if I had slighted his fish. This morning, I had hardly breakfasted, before Karolyi was sitting opposite to me; he was followed without interruption by Denmark, England, Portugal, Russia, France, whose ambassador I was obliged to remind at one o'clock that it was time for me to go to the House of phrases. I am sitting again in the latter; hear people talk nonsense, and end my letter.

"All these people have agreed to approve our treaties with Belgium, in spite of which, twenty speakers scold each other with the greatest vehemence, as if each wished to make an end of the other; they are not agreed about the motives which make them unanimous, hence, alas! a regular German squabble about the emperior's beard; guerelle d'Allemand. You AngloSaxon Yankees have something of the same kind also. Do you all know exactly why you are waging such furious war with each other? All certainly do not know, but they kill each other con amore, that's the way the business comes to them. Your battles are bloody; ours wordy; these chatterers really cannot govern Prussia, I must bring some opposition to bear against them; they have too little wit and too much selfcomplacency-stupid and audacious. Stupid, in all its meanings, is not the right word; considered individually, these

people are sometimes very clever, generally educated-the regulation German University culture; but of politics, beyond the interests of their own church tower, they know as little as we knew as students, and even less; as far as external politics go, they are also, taken separately, like children. In all other questions, they become childish as soon as they stand together in corpore. In the mass, stupid,-individually, intelligent." This inimitable description would apply to more than the Prussian Chamber.

We might continue our extracts, did we not fear to encroach too far on the domain of our "useless but entertaining" contemporary, The Green Bag. So we will conclude with a reference to the letter which ended Mr. Motley's functions as Minister to Austria. Somebody whose very name was unknown to him, wrote a letter to Mr. Seward in 1866, eharging Motley with being "a thorough flunky," and the like. A copy of this contemptible communication was formally addressed to the Minister, with a request for an explanation, and Motley resigned in disgust. "No man can regret more than I do," writes the chagrined ambassador, "that such a correspondence is enrolled in the Capitol among American State papers." United States secretaries have not all yet acquired a correct notion of what is decent or dignified in State papers.—(Montreal Legal News.)

Editorial Department.

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CHIEF-JUSTICE FULLER.

According to the Albany Law Journal, "the press is making itself too familiar with the Chief-Justice's family affairs. He is considering whether he shall shave off his moustache. This is his own affair (or off-hair, as the case may be), but we hope he will not cut it off, in spite of the wishes of his brethThe Chicago Herald pertinently and impertinently says, 'It is another case of the fox which lost its tail.' Then his daughter has eloped and got married. We should think a man with seven of the same sort left, would not worry much over that. It seems not a had way to reduce the surplus. And then he should reflect how Eldon stole his 'Bessie'-(God bless her!)-out of a second-story window, and how Judge Cooley discovered no constitutional limitation of his right to elope with his best girl." The Scottish Law Magazine says of the remainder of the paragraph in the Law Journal, that it forms a singular commentary upon the opening sentence, and reminds one of the sapient parent who counseled his offspring to avoid profane swearing, as it was "a d- bad habit.”

Judge. What are the requisites of a valid will?

Applicant. Can't tell 'em all, Judge, but I remember one is that it must be read at the burial over the grave of the testator.

Judge. What is a fee simple?

Applicant. I guess about two dollars and a half.

Judge. What is the largest estate in land?

Applicant. A very large estate would, in this country. be about one thousand acres. (VIRGINIA LAW JOURNAL.)

NOTES OF TRAVEL.

BERLIN TO ZURICH-SOJOURN IN ZURICH-PROFESSOR GUSTAV VOLK: MAR.—The trip from Paris to Berlin has been already described, and something said about Berlin. [Law Times for July, 1888.]

After a stay of two months in that City, I took the train for Zurich on the 29th of January, 1885.

During the first hour out from the City, we passed a good many groves of pines, which were being grown with care. During the forenoon, many villages could be seen at a distance, but there were not many on the line of the road.

In the middle of the day, we were traversing an open country. The want of timber was manifest from the fact that in the towns the houses, however small, were nearly all built of brick.

Before noon, we had crossed the Elba, which has here become a large river. The fields are under cultivation, but there are no fences. We pass mines of coal, silver and lead. The mines are indicated by large heaps of excavated earth.

In the afternoon the country became rougher. with a bold outline of hills in the distance, some of them covered by a small growth of timber.

We now begin to see the old castles on the distant hills. Some of these are very beautiful. Toward night-fall wě passed one close to the track, which was very interesting. It filled the bill of the old castles we read of. There were the craggy rocks all around-there was the tower on the top, and there was the heavy gate under the rocks, on a level with the ground. In the evening came to Basel, on the Rhine, where we were transferred, after waiting an hour or more.

The next morning I found myself in Switzerland. The country is here hilly, almost mountainous, and the scenery picturesque and romantic. Zurich is a handsome city build in a rugged region of country. During the day I called at the house of Gustav Volkmar, Professor of New Testament Exegesis in the University of Zurich, and President of the Society of Critical Historical Theology. I had been in correspondence with him and with the Society.

The Professor was not at home, but I met his daughter, an accomplished young lady, who has translated some German works into the English language. Her father could read the English, but could not speak it.

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