But a _little_ exaggeration, just a _soupcon_
of romance, does no one any harm, while it relieves the prosaic
dullness of the ordinary anecdote. So, swallow your scruples, and
Join the gay throng
That goes talking along,
For we'll all go romancing to-day.
(_To be continued._)
* * * * *
DOE VERSUS ROE(DENT).
["The basements of the Royal Courts of Justice have lately
been invaded by swarms of mice. They have become very
audacious, and have penetrated into the Courts themselves,
whose walls are lined with legal volumes, the leaves of which
provide them with a rich feast."--_Daily Paper_.]
For students of the law to "eat
Their terms" is obviously right,
But to devour the books themselves
Is impolite.
Unfortunately Mr. STREET.
Who planned the legal edif-[=i]ce,
Designed a splendid trap for men,
But not for mice.
To view the Courts at midnight now,
The Courts all in the stilly Strand,
With rodents squeaking out their pleas,
That _would_ be grand!
No Ushers 'ush them; they consume
The stiffest calf you ever saw,
Developing, these curious beasts,
A taste for Law.
They fill--perhaps--the box wherein,
Twelve bothered men have often sat,
And try, with every proper form,
Some absent cat.
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