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The Green Bag.prosecuting attorney for Houghton County in 1876. He was chosen circuit judge in 1 88 1 and again in 1887, and finally yielded with reluctance to a loud and repeated sum mons to a seat in the Supreme Court. He preferred the trial bench himself. Edward Cahill, born in Kalamazoo, Au gust 3, 1843, lost his father before he was twelve years old, and his schooling appears to have been broken up by the necessity of doing something toward earning a living. He, however, attended the common schools and the preparatory department of Kalama zoo College, but served as a page at three successive annual sessions of the Legislature in 1857, '58> and '59, and learned typesetting in the offices of the local papers. When the war came on, he enlisted as a private in the Eighty-ninth Illinois, and being discharged for disability raised a company for the First Michigan Colored Infantry and became a captain. He was admitted to practice in 1 866, and practised four years in Ionia County, and two in Chicago, after which he came to Lansing, where he has since lived. His office-holding has been limited; he was a circuit court commissioner for Ionia County and twice prosecuting attorney for Ingham. When he was appointed to the bench he was a member of the anomalous Board of Pardons, which, in effect, may even revise the action of the Supreme Court; and in that particular, at least, he may be said to have descended rather than risen. This ends the judicial roll. But it would be an oversight to make no mention here of Mr. Moses R. Taylor, the courtly old gentle man who for ten years has acted as crier for this tribunal. A Jerseyman of a good fam ily, and possessing an extraordinary gift for keen observation and an accurate memory for the minutest details, he will no less amaze than interest one by the display of these faculties in his casual reminiscences. He knew the Jersey statesmen back to South ard's time, and I am not sure but to Elias Boudinot's; he remembers the fat, unwieldy figure of Joseph Bonaparte, and the leghorn

bonnets of his daughters; the trim, dapper, and brilliant young lawyer, "Jo Bradley;" the Penningtons, and old Chief-Justice Hornblower; the whole of John Sergeant's fam ily of Philadelphia, and the remarkable marriages whereby his daughters connected it with leaders who were conspicuous on both sides in the Civil War; the stumpspeaking and campaign songs for Clay and Frelinghuysen, and many other things and people that live again in his vivid recollec tion. I undertook to tell Judge Campbell once how interesting Taylor was, and the judge said : " Ask him if he knew Garret D. Wall." I did not know who Garret D. Wall was, myself, but I put the question and got the prompt reply : "The last time I saw old General Wall, he was on a ferry-boat at Phil adelphia," etc. This confirmed me in the conviction that no man worth knowing ever lived in the Jerseys but Moses Taylor had some time come in contact with him. It would be an unfinished sketch of the Supreme Court that failed to note some of the waymarks of jurisprudence that it has set up along its path. It has been so mighty a bulwark of personal liberty as to provoke the reproach that it really shielded the guilty; it has so insisted upon the doctrine of local self-government for even the small est municipality that Judge Chipman, the present Democratic Congressman from De troit, once told me that he himself was less of a States-rights man than Campbell and Cooley were; it has refused to interfere with political action, or to relieve the people from the responsibility for their own negligence or folly in matters of popular election; it has, but gradually and with seeming reluc tance, loosened the common-law tutelage of married women, and brought itself to recog nize their independent powers; it has de monstrated the difference between a liquor tax and a license; it has declared the exemption of the executive from the process of mandamus; it has established the high school as a feature of the common school system, and entitled, like the primaries, to