The last Lord Chancellor handled it neatly, when, correcting Mr. Blowers, the eminent silk gown who said that such a thing might happen when the sky rained potatoes, he observed, "or when we get through Jarndyce and Jarndyce, Mr. Blowers"--a pleasantry that particularly tickled the maces, bags, and purses.

The last Lord Chancellor said that getting through Jarndyce and Jarndyce was as likely as the sky raining potatoes - a pleasantry that particularly tickled the juniors in court.
