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قراءة كتاب Briefless Ballads and Legal Lyrics Second Series
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href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@25281@[email protected]#FNanchor_D_4" class="pginternal" tag="{http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a">[D] The casual ejector was John Doe, who was, like Richard Roe, an entirely imaginary person, of much importance in the old action of ejectment abolished in 1852.
[E] The allusion is to the "Advocates' Widows Fund," subscribed to by all members of the Scottish bar, married or unmarried. The non-existent widow of the unmarried advocate has been a frequent subject of legal verse. See "The Bachelor's Dream," by John Rankine, (Journal of Jurisprudence, vol. xxii. p. 155), "My Widow," by David Crichton (id. vol. xxiv. p. 51).
The Squire's Daughter
In tenderest years in tether,
At six we waded in the sea
And caught our colds together.
A kind of heathen cricket,
A croquet mallet was the bat,
The Squire's old hat the wicket.
With home-made bow and arrow
We took to shooting—once I know
I all but hit a sparrow.
I climbed the oaks and ashes,
'Twas deadly work for hands and knees,
Deplorable for sashes.
We played in merry laughter,
'Twas then she hid her heart away,
I never found it after.
For out of the professions
I chose the Bar as best of all,
And joined the Loamshire Sessions.
Her father, short and pursy,
Doled out scant justice in the chair
And even scanter mercy.
To Judith of Bethulia,
So I fell victim, but instead
Of Judith it was Julia.
Of Julia I was thinking,
And once I heard a coarse remark
About a fellow drinking.
Both in and out of season,
It was indubitably rhyme,
Occasionally reason.
Had not concealment fed on
My damask cheek, but left my nose
With twice its share of red on?
At last, in desperation
I went to Loamshire on pretence
Of death of a relation.
To London for a visit,
But with a wedding coming on
That's not surprising, is it?
That she is young to marry,
But ever since she first came out,
She's been engaged to Harry."
Her Letter in Chambers
And dreamed that she wrote me a letter,
And for that dream to the end of my days
To Fancy I owe myself debtor.
The morning was bright and sunny,
And showed me a sheaf of circulars, stock
Attempts to get hold of my money.
A dainty notelet lay hidden,
It seemed as though it had half a mind
To consider itself forbidden.
With a touch of her queenly bearing,
So Venus wrote when she ordered in Crete
Her doves to take her an airing.
'Twas a pressing invitation
To dine at her house to-morrow, and bring
My book for her approbation.
A little volume of verses,
And in the volume whatever is best
The praise of herself rehearses.
A happier dream than ever,
I see her beautiful eyes soft gleam
As she murmurs, "How lovely—how clever!"
But who can be angry after
Now sweet with pity he marks her face,
Now bright with impulsive laughter?
Law and Poetry
A common pathway follow,
For Themis in the mythic