Henry Snyder, Henry Snyder, stand up.

What hash you bin dain in die lower world ?" "Ah, Lort, ich does not know." "Well, Henry Snyder, hasn't you got a mill ?" "Yes, Lort, ich hash." "Well, Henry Snyder, didn't you never take too much toll ?" "Yes, Lort, ich hash; when der water wash low, and mein stones wash dull, ich hash taken leetle too much toll." "But, Henry Snyder, vat did you do mid der toll ?" "Ah, Lort, ich gives it to der poor." The judge paused for a moment, and then said, "Well, Henry Snyder, you must go to der right mid der sheep.

But it is a tight squeeze." Another specimen of his more sober forensic eloquence is to be found in the following speech.

There was a bill before the house for the creation of a new county, and there was a dispute about the boundary-line.

The author of the bill wished to run the line in a direction which would manifestly promote his own interest.