Black was White; which convinced me I had fallen into error, until another had it that he who had spoken was wrong, and White was Black!  Good lack! who shall decide when Counsel differ? and I was mightily content that I was not on the jury, although one of these good people did have the honour of asking a question of His Royal Highness.  And it was answered most courteously, at which I was greatly pleased and contented.  Then did I hear the witnesses.  In a mighty dread that I might be called myself!  For that which did seem plain enough when he who was in the box was asked by his Counsel, did appear all wrong when another questioned him.  And the Jury, looking wise, and making notes.  And it is droll to see how civil everyone is to the Jury, who, methinks, are no cleverer than any of us?  The Lord Chief Justice himself smiling upon them, and mighty courteous!  And met my friend, A. Briefless, Junior, who it seems, is always in the Courts, and yet doeth no business.  And he did say that it was the strongest Bar in England.  And he did tell me how Sir Charles was eloquent, and Sir Edward was clever at fence, and how young Master Gill was most promising.  And I noticed how one fair Lady, who was seated on the Bench, did seem to arrange everything.  And many beauties there, who I did gaze upon with satisfaction.  To see them in such gay attire was a pretty sight, and did put my heart in a flutter.  And I was pleased when the Court adjourned for luncheon; and it did divert me much to see what appetites they all had!  Some had brought sandwiches, and, how they did eat them!  But the Lord Chief Justice soon back again, and more witnesses examined until four of the clock, when the day was over.  So home, and described to my wife what I had seen, except the damsels.

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LEAVES FROM A CANDIDATE’S DIARY.

Billsbury, Sunday, May 25.—­CHORKLE’S dinner came off last night.  The dinner-hour was seven o’clock.  CHORKLE’S house is in The Grove, a sort of avenue of detached houses shaded by trees.  The Colonel himself was magnificent.  He wore a most elaborately-frilled shirt-front, with three massive jewelled studs.  His waistcoat was beautifully embroidered in black with a kind of vine-leaf pattern, the buttons being of silver, with the regimental badge embossed upon them.  His handkerchief was a gorgeous one of blue silk.  He wore it in his waistcoat, carefully arranged, so as to show all round above the opening.  It looked something like the ribbon of some Order at a distance.  Mrs. CHORKLE is rather a pleasant woman, with a manner which suggests that she is much trampled on by her domineering husband.  How on earth she ever induced herself to marry him I can’t make out.  The chief guests were Sir CHARLES and Lady PENFOLD.  Sir CHARLES’S father was a large Billsbury contractor, who made no end of money, and represented Billsbury in the House a good many years ago.  He was eventually made a Baronet for his services to the Party.  The present Sir CHARLES doesn’t take much interest in politics, occupying himself chiefly in hunting, &c., but they are people of great consideration in Billsbury; in fact Lady PENFOLD is the leader of Society in Billsbury, and not to know them is to argue yourself unknown.  Sir CHARLES himself is an Oxford man, and we had a good deal of talk about the old place.