(“The first lady barrister has just taken the oath at Paris.”--_Daily
paper_).
O Portia, many maids there are,
Who wear their wigs as gaily
As thou, appearing at the bar
To take refreshers daily;
They rustle too, in silk like thee
With oft a clerk resplendent
And, not infrequently you see,
Solicitors attendant.
Their trade is legal--so is thine,
Yet not their craft thou pliest,
For they are in the liquor line
And thou in law--the driest.
But welcome, bar maid! hail to thee!
Bright be thy lot and griefless!
And may thy portion never be,
Like this poor writer’s, briefless.
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THE EYE OF THE LAW.--Policeman’s bull’s-eye.
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MORE THAN A MIRACLE.--When a prisoner is “taken from the dock unmoved.”
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SONG FOR MAGISTRATES.--“Let us speak of a man as we’ve fined him.”
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[Illustration: THE FINE OLD SPIRIT
“But if you really think Jones has injured you, my dear fellow, why not
consult some clever lawyer?”
“_Lawyer_, indeed! With men of _my_ stamp, the only possible reply to
a man of Jones’s, is the _horsewhip_, since it can no longer be the
_sword_!”]
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