Woe be unto him if he has not sense enough to waive her off the stand! He might as well try to harness a Valkyrie as to restrain a pugnacious old Irishwoman who is intent on getting the whole business before the jury in her own way.
In the recent case of Gustav Dinser, convicted of murder, a vigorous old lady took the stand and testified forcibly against the accused.

She was as "smart as paint," as the saying goes, and resolutely refused to answer any questions put to her by counsel for the defence.

Instead, she would raise her voice and make a savage onslaught upon the prisoner, rehearsing his brutal treatment of the deceased on previous occasions, and getting in the most damaging testimony.
"Do you say, Mrs.--" the lawyer would inquire deferentially, "that you heard the sound of three blows ?" "Oh, thim blows!" the old lady would cry--"thim turrible blows! I could hear the villain as he laid thim on! I could hear the poor, pitiful groans av her, and she so sufferin'! 'Twas awful! Howly Saints,'twould make yer blood run cowld!" "Stop! stop!" exclaimed the lawyer.
"Ah, stop is it?
Ye can't stop me till Oi've had me say to tell the whole truth.

I says to me daughter Ellen, says I: 'Th' horrid baste is afther murtherin' the poor thing,' says I; 'run out an' git an officer!'" "I object to all this!" shouts the lawyer.
"Ah, ye objec', do ye ?" retorts the old lady.

"Shure an' ye'd have been after objectin' if ye'd heard thim turrible blows that kilt her--the poor, sufferin', swate crayter! I hope he gits all that's comin' to him--bad cess to him for a blood-thirsty divil!" The lawyer ignominiously abandoned the attack.
The writer recalls a somewhat similar instance, but one even better exhibiting the cleverness of an old woman, which occurred in the year 1901.