* * * * *

A laborious special pleader, being constantly annoyed by the mewing of his favourite cat, at length resolved to get rid of it.  He accordingly told his clerk to take and place it where it might remain in safety, but still where it could never get out.  The clerk instantly walked off with poor puss in his lawyer’s bag.  On his return, being asked by his employer whether the noisy animal had been so disposed of that it could not come back to interrupt him, the cat carrier duly answered, “Certainly, I have put him where he cannot get out—­in the Court of Chancery.”—­Reynolds’ Life.