PARNELL COMMISSION. (Special Report.) [Yesterday the Commission of Judges resumed their sittings in the Parnell Case. The Judges were Sir JAMES HANNEN, Mr. Justice DAY, and Mr. Justice SMITH. For the Times there appeared the ATTORNEY-GENERAL, Sir HENRY JAMES, Mr. W. MURPHY, Mr. W. GRAHAM, of the English Bar, and Mr. J. ATKINSON and Mr. RONAN of the Irish Bar. For Mr. PARNELL and other Members Sir CHARLES RUSSELL appeared, and with him Mr. ASQUITH, Mr. REID, Mr. LOCKWOOD, Mr. LIONEL HART, Mr. ARTHUR RUSSELL, of the English Bar, Mr. ARTHUR O'CONNOR and Mr. HARRINGTON of the Irish Bar. TOBY, M.P., Q.C., instructed by Mr. GEORGE LEWIS (of Ely Place, Holborn, W.C.), again held a watching brief for the Public.-Morning Paper.] Monday, October 22.-Cut this out of morning paper. Plenty more where it came from. If the Editor liked to have it all, and leave out pictures, would make quite interesting series of numbers. Suppose there would be objections on part of artists. Some people are so narrow-minded. So have boiled down account of proceedings. Observed considerable addition to strength of Bar. On opening day only CHARLES RUSSELL and ASQUITH on one side, GRAHAM on the other. Now two benches full of wig and gown. Room for us of the Inner Bar, but terrible crush behind. "All on account of you," GEORGE LEWIS whispers. "Very well to begin with. But when they saw you were engaged, found it necessary to muster in larger force." Pleasant to have one's position so early and strikingly recognised. Must keep up dignity. Shall begin with Usher. If he interrupts again, shall have him mandamus'd. Eleven o'clock. Curtain rises; discloses Judges standing in door- keep awake. Perhaps they wouldn't if President would only give ways like three figures in weather-box, which tell you whether it's way. Pretty to see Brother SMITH furtively turning to see if Brother going to be wet or shine. HANNEN has dropped off. If he had, might be chance for another Bar rises and bows. Three honest person. But Brother HANNEN positively enjoying himself. Leans over desk so as not to miss single phrase of Mr. ATTORNEY'S honeyed eloquence. Mr. ATTORNEY, what with difficulties about pronunciation of Irish names, and what with constant occasion for snapping at CHARLES RUSSELL, Sometimes gets wrong in date or other detail of intricate statement. HANNEN down on him in a minute. This is only Hoff a Davitt taken in Court Mr Dan "He may have known nothing about the case when he took his seat on the Bench," says LOCKWOOD, just finishing another sketch of Brother DAY, "but he knows more now than us all put together. Probably the only man in Court who could stand examination on WEBSTER's narrative." As the days wear on, our DAY takes on added stolidity. Only time when he displays momentary animation is when he, too, turns to see if Brother HANNEN has not dropped off, and meets his particularly wide-awake gaze. TORQUEMADA'S guilty start when he finds he's observed is delightful. Stares straight up at the ceiling, slowly gazes round the Court, deliberately makes a note, and says nothing. Never does say anything. "What do they call him TALKEE-MEEDA for?" JOSEPH GILLIS whispered to MICHAEL DAVITT. "Don't know," said DAVITT, "unless it's because he never says anything." nothing. Fancy he's heard the name of PARNELL and DAVITT-or Thursday.-"Box A!" said Brother HANNEN, entering Court this is it DAYVIT? Something in the City, aren't they? ATTORNEY-morning, and plumping down on desk before him large tin box. GENERAL, therefore, bound to go into full detail. Grinds along till Box B!" chimed in Brother SMITH, plumping down another box one o'clock, when President capitulates: falteringly admits that be on his desk. has not only read the whole of Parnellism and Crime, but has a "I C," said Brother DAY, gloomily-and when we have a gloomy minute index. DAY, it's dark indeed. "Why didn't he say so at first?" growled familiar voice from back of Court. It was JOSEPH GILLIS, and in female society! Stout lady, in black, with large hat and plumage borrowed from a hearse, seated in Press Gallery; said to be representative of Wandering Woman, weekly illustrated. JOSEPH's eagle eye, surveying Court, perceived her. Sidled up, appropriating next seat. Happened to be that of representative of Potsdam Press, temporarily absent. Potsdam Press returning, protests. JOSEPH GILLIS ignores him. Comfortable seat; female society; good view of Judges; will stop. Does. Remember Mitchelstown ?" says JOSEPH, winking at me. Remember Paris!" I say, sternly, not relishing this familiarity. JOEY B. smiles. But the shot goes home. Observe that, after luncheon, he finds quarters remote from the charmer. 64 "Poor DAY!" said ATTORNEY-GENERAL, who, in spite of this fearful long speech inflicted upon us, is a kind-hearted man. Must try and make up a box for him!" You could easily do that," said CHARLES RUSSELL, dryly. One of these two boxes contains the documents whose history is told in SOAMES's affidavit. Appears some person from America wrote to Times offering important documents incriminating PARNELL: negotiations for purchase entered into; documents delivered; found Tuesday.-JOSEPH GILLIS arrives, brisk, and early. Proposes to take his seat on benches reserved for us. Usher interposes. Warns him off. Usher not such a bad fellow, after all. JOEY B. then drops into bench reserved for Solicitors in charge of cases. Something evidently up. Turns out to be JOEY B. himself. Thrusts thumb in arm-hole of waistcoat. Holds out left hand, peremptorily signalling President. Catches his eye. Calls him "Sir," and announces that he is going to conduct his own case. President stares inquisitively at him. SMITH regards him with bland smile. DAY, withdrawing gaze from ceiling, where he was almost certain he'd seen a fly, turns animated visage full upon JOSEPH GILLIS. Never saw anything like this before. Eyes widely open; lips slowly part; regards him as if fascinated. JOEY B. takes no notice of sensation created; to be forgeries; so put them in two boxes, one marked A, the other makes his application as if moving for unopposed return, and sits B; locked them up and handed them into custody of Judges. ATTORdown to listen to ATTORNEY-GENERAL. NEY-GENERAL more than hints that that great and good man, GEORGE Mr. ATTORNEY paces along by the hour. Monotonous; uninterest-LEWIS, knows all about the plant. GEORGE LEWIS, ever childlike ing; stale stories of ancient outrage; "thrice-boiled colewort," as and bland, looks straight before him as if he had not even heard the CARLYLE said. Flounders hopelessly amongst, Irish names. Calls insinuation. DAVITT, DAYVIT, and PARNELL, PARNELL. CHARLES RUSSELL diligently follows, taking notes. "What date is it?" he casually asks. The ATTORNEY-GENERAL turns round and glares upon the benevolent downcast visage. "I was careful at the commencement to mention the date," he hisses through clenched teeth, "if my learned friend would only listen. Tenth of March!" Wednesday's Sensation.-Lika Joko appears. Judges never let boxes out of sight. Sleep with them under their pillows at night. Bring them into Court in the morning, take them away in afternoon. Nobody knows whether forgeries are in Box A or Box B, which deepens the mystery. when subject first came up. "Snuff!" said ATTORNEY-GENERAL, snapping his fingers. It is his way when angered. But CHARLES RUSSELL gazed longingly at the Box, and drawing forth his Bandana, wistfully blew his nose. What if it were true, and if, almost within reach, there were such boundless store of Black Rappee! GENERAL breathed his last sentence in Speech. Affecting scene. hours fifty-seven minutes. Omit flowers. BELIEF IN GENERAL BOULANGER.-Hasty generalisation. NOTICE.-Rejected Communications or Contributions, whether MS., Printed Matter, Drawings, or Pictures of any description, will in no case be returned, not even when accompanied by a Stamped and Addressed Envelope. Cover, or Wrapper. To this rulo Kept a little mite too much to one stock and brood, I think. Once you deprecated change, but you have changed your mood, I think. "Crested Ch-mb-rl-ns" no doubt are a breed pugnacious; Very valiant, vigorous, vehement, vivacious. But one family of fowls may be overdone, Ladies. Mean to challenge 'em myself, think we 'll have some fun, Ladies. May do in screws, but not in fowl-runs-if I must talk shoppily. But when a bird backs all his brood, I rather think he dooms himself; Crested Ch-mb-rl-ns all crow loud, strut with much show abdominal; On his own walk that Chanticleer! Chorus of" W. L. F." Hens (effusively). O lovely! Cackle! Cackle!!! Well, it's like his impudence! And on my own walk, But I'll beat the Old Bird yet, and by a long chalk, too! He who'd rule all roosts alone, Grand Old Chanticleer! They shall find that two can play at Cock-a-doodle- A NICE LOOK-OUT FOR LONDON.-The Standard is delighted that the Duke of WESTMINSTER has been appointed Lord Lieutenant of the County of London, because he will "bridge over the gulf between the old régime and the new." Let us hope that the new Westminster Bridge will prove a success-come up to the "Standard," in fact. But one Duke will not make a London County Council, and this "gulf," according to Mr. HAMER's letter in the Times, may be, after all, a bottomless pit of Bumbles and Blackmailers, wide and dark indeed, beyond even the possibilities of "filling up,' suggested by the heroic self-sacrifice of a Ducal Curtius. Mr. Punch hopes that this HAMER hits wide as well as hard. "EDUCATION, OR STARVATION?" THE NEXT DIPLOMATIC INCIDENT. DEAR BRITISH MINISTER,-I AM an Englishman who has become an American, and want to know which way I ought to vote at the present crisis. I reckon I may take it that this change of front on the part of present Government is all bamboozle. That is so! Post me up on the right side of the rails. I calculate I can influence a lot of votes, to get them put, bedad, to the credit of the unspeakable Saxons! Hurroo! Erin go bragh! Yours respectfully, (Signed) Telegram from British Minister to - Smith, Esq. SMITH, ESQ. I think you ought to vote for the present Government, as I fancy that after Very awkward this telegram of Minister. Well-intentioned, but ill-timed. IN its Dramatic and Musical column, last Friday, the Daily Telegraph informed the world that Mr. WILSON BARRETT" without assistance, has both constructed and written a play called Now-a-days." W. B. is "getting a big boy now!" Fancy being able to write a play without assistance! And what was the "assistance" he received before this daring effort? Why, according to the same authority, it was Mr. HALL CAINE. So when he got free of this CAINE,-which has always been a tutor's assistance, little Master WILSON BARRETT pro cured pens, ink, and paper, and wrote a play, all by himself! When and little boys get hold of the pens and ink, they generally make a nice mess of it; but we are sure Master WILSON B. is a good boy, and he won't do anything of that sort, will he? An Impressionist. Cablegram from President to Premier (an hour later). Cablegram from President to Premier (an hour later). Sending out declaration of war by next mail. Cablegram from President to Premier (an hour later). Cablegram from President to Premier (a week later). |