PHELAN DUFFY On behalf of my client, Mrs. Fennell, I wish to impress upon the Bench the gravity of the offence with which the accused Richard Fennell is charged, namely, drunkenness from excessive use of an illegal intoxicant known as poteen, house-breaking, terrorizing and almost paralyzing with fear his highly strung and sensitive wife, and adding insult to injury in resisting arrest by his Majesty’s guardian of law and order, Sergeant Healy.  These are grave charges indeed, and who will gainsay that a man gifted with the spirit of destruction like Mr. Fennell is a menace to the peace-abiding town of Ballybraggan?  Not since the heartless barbarians made their ruthless descent upon the Roman Empire was there such havoc wrought in any one house, or did any individual member of society suffer so much from nervous prostration as Mrs. Fennell.

MR. FENNELL (interrupting) Can’t a man dust his own furniture and chastise his own wife if he feels like doing so?

MR. O’CROWLEY Order! order!  There must be no interruptions in this court of justice.

PHELAN DUFFY (continuing) You can well imagine how poor Mrs. Fennell thought that the end of the world was coming when she saw every bit of ware on the kitchen dresser smashed in pieces no larger than threepenny bits on the floor.  And the alarm clock that woke Mr. Fennell every morning and reminded him that it was time to get up and make his wife’s breakfast, which she always got in bed, struck dumb for ever with its works battered beyond recognition.  Think of this poor woman’s feelings at such an awful moment.

MR. FENNELL (interrupting)
Feelings!  She has no more feelings than a tombstone.

PHELAN DUFFY (continuing)
Think of this decent, self-respecting, loving wife and
mother, who has had no less than three husbands.

MRS. FENNELL (interrupting)
An’ I’ll have another too, please God!

PHELAN DUFFY Think, I say, of three husbands, and ten children.  Six resting in the little churchyard at Ennisbeg, and four resting in the Royal Irish Constabulary.  That Mr. Fennell was what we would call a model husband, before he touched this poteen goes without saying.  Everything that his wife told him to do was done, and done to her satisfaction, and done whether he liked the doing of it or no.

MRS. FENNELL (interrupting)
I always made my husbands do what they were told.

PHELAN DUFFY Mr. Fennell is no doubt guilty of a serious offence, but whoever sold him the base liquor is far more guilty in the eyes of the law, as well as the public.  Needless to state, this fact does not in any way lessen the gravity of Mr. Fennell’s offence, and I would ask the Bench not to allow any feelings of sentiment to interfere with the discharge of their duty.  I would ask that the severest penalty allowed be inflicted on the accused for his unwarranted, unmanly, and blackguardly conduct.