Poems

Poems

by John Godfrey Saxe
     
 

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This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before 1923. This IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced typographical errors, and jumbled words. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process.

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This is an EXACT reproduction of a book published before 1923. This IS NOT an OCR'd book with strange characters, introduced typographical errors, and jumbled words. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book.

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ISBN-13:
2940017296622
Publisher:
Boston, Ticknor and Fields
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
149 KB

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THE BRIEFLESS BARRISTER. A BALLAD. An Attorney was taking a turn, In shabby habiliments drest; TTin coat it was shockingly worn, And the rust had invested his vest. His breeches had suffered a breach, His linen and worsted were worse; He had scarce a whole crown in his hat, And not half-a-crown in his purse. And thus as he wandered along, A cheerless and comfortless elf, He sought for relief in a song, Or complainingly talked to himself: ' Unfortunate man that I am! I've never a client but grief: The case is, I 've no case at all, And in brief, I Ve ne'er had a brief! ' I 've waited and waited in vain, Expecting an " opening " to find, Where an honest young lawyer might gain Some reward for toil of his mind. 'Tis not that I 'm wanting in law, Or lack an intelligent face, That others have cases to plead, While I have to plead for a case. ' O, how can a modest young man E'er hope for the smallest progression, The profession's already so full Of lawyers so full of profession I' While thus he was strolling around, His eye accidentally fell On a very deep hole in the ground, And he sighed to himself,' It is well !' To curb his emotions, he sat On the curbstone the space of a minute, Then cried,' Here's an opening at last!' And in less than a jiffy was in it! Next morning twelve citizens came, (Twas the coroner bade them attend,) To the end that it might be determined How the man had determined his end!' The man was a lawyer, I hear,' Quoth the foreman who sat on the corse. ' A lawyer ? Alas !' said another, . ' Undoubtedly died of remorse l ' A third said,' He knew the deceased, An attorney well versed in the laws, And as to the cause of his death, 'T was no doubt for the wantof a ...

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