Mr. Williams is a young judge, son of an old judge. He has made his colleagues a little uneasy with his bicycling, his patronage of cricket and rowing, and his pronounced opinion on British sentiment with regard to Queen Victoria. Now he breaks out in a fresh place. The judge has always kept himself simmering in warm water, but he is a favourite. The only time he fairly caught page 71 it (but he has not caught it yet this time) was in his sympathetic sentence of Sieber, a young Hungarian, who romantically shot at a young lady in a hotel. His Honour said it was a case of too much Kotzebue. So a local poet wrote:—

"When the murderer is not practising with his revolver,
Or meditating on a project new,
Of theologic problems he's a solver,
And a student of the works of Kotzebue."

The perusal of this verse is said to have so tickled the fancy of the judge that he started at once on theologic problems himself. Another verse of the ditty ran:—

"When the garotter is not practising with his fingers,
Or extracting the mouchoir from beauty's robe,
He relishes sweet Opera Buffy singers,
And gloats o'er Bishop Moorhouse on poor Job."