Serjeant Binks, who, ashamed I am, for the honor of the
British bar, to say it, seemed to have been bribed too: for he actually
threw up his case! Had he behaved like Mr. Mulligan, his junior--and to
whom, in this humble way, I offer my thanks--all might have been well. I
never knew such an effect produced, as when Mr. Mulligan, appearing for
the first time in that court, said, "Standing here upon the pidestal of
secred Thamis; seeing around me the arnymints of a profission I rispict;
having before me a vinnerable judge, and an enlightened jury--the
counthry's glory, the netion's cheap defender, the poor man's priceless
palladium: how must I thrimble, my lard, how must the blush bejew
my cheek--" (somebody cried out, "O CHEEKS!" In the court there was a
dreadful roar of laughing; and when order was established, Mr.
Mulligan continued:)--"My lard, I heed them not; I come from a counthry
accustomed to opprission, and as that counthry--yes, my lard, THAT
IRELAND--(do not laugh, I am proud of it)--is ever, in spite of her
tyrants, green, and lovely, and beautiful: my client's cause, likewise,
will rise shuperior to the malignant imbecility--I repeat, the MALIGNANT
IMBECILITY--of those who would thrample it down; and in whose teeth,
in my client's name, in my counthry's--ay, and MY OWN--I, with folded
arrums, hurl a scarnful and eternal defiance!"
"For heaven's sake, Mr.
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