Rensselaer Union, Volume 1, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 November 1868 — Peach and Honey. [ARTICLE]

Peach and Honey.

Old Judge Cdle, of Texas, was characterized by his attachment to that seductive beverage called “peach and honey,” and by his hatred of whisky and whisky drinkers. While holding a court at Austin, two men were brought up on a charge of a diuliken affray. It was a plain case; the row had occurred in the public street, in open day, and there were fifty witnesses to the whole transaction. So the two delinquents pleaded guilty, by the advice of their counsel, and threw themselves on the mercy of tho court. They were brought up fdr sentence separately. “You are guilty of an affray,” growled the Judge. »• Yes, your honor,” whined the offender, thoroughly frightened. “Drunk, I suppose ?” grunted the Judge. _. . “Yes, your Honor,” murmured the prisoner with some faint hope that being drunk would mitigate the punishment. “Drunk on rye whisky, too, I’ll warrant," roared the Judge in a voice of thunder. ' i “Yea, your Honor, drunk on rye whisky. ” “Mr. Clerk, record a fine of fifty dollars against this man,” cried the Judge, “and send him to jail for sixty days. I shall fine the next one who is guilty under such aggravating circumstances a hundred dollars, and send him to jail for six months. ■ This was poor comfort for the unfortunate fellow who was waiting his turn, and now came forward with fear and trembling. As he passed by his lawyer, that thoughtful gentleman whispered in his ear, “When asks you what you got drunk 6n, tell hiin, peach and honey." He took hia stand.

“You. too, are up for an affray,” growled the old Judge, gnashing his teeth, as if he would like to bite the culprit at the bar. “Yes, your Honor.” « * “Drunk, too, I suppose ?” *- “Ytm, your Honor, drunk ; sorrytosayit —drunk—drunk— very drunk,” “Driink on rye whisky, too, I suppose?” “Oh, no,'your Honor; 1 never drink whisky —I got drunk on peach and honey.” The Judge’s features relaxed An an instant. Leaning forward and raising his spectacles, he contemplated the offender with interest, and then with something like tenderness, said: “Ah, sir,” said the Judge, blandly, “peach and honey, eh? that’s a gentlemanly drink, sir. The Court sympathizes with,you, sir, and does not regard yonr of. sense as Vfery serious. Mr. Clerk," he con tinned in a softening tone, “enter a fine of one dollar against this gentleman and discharge him on paying ooh la." —Riston is in Genes, resting after her arduous professional tom in this country.