And everybody said
“How can he be repaid—
This very great—this very good—this very gifted man?”
But nobody could hit upon a practicable plan!
At last the point was given up in absolute
despair,
When a distant cousin died, and he became
a millionaire,
With a county seat in Parliament, a moor
or two of grouse,
And a taste for making inconvenient speeches
in the House!
Then it flashed upon Britannia
that the fittest of rewards
Was, to take him from the Commons and
to put him in the Lords!
And who so fit to sit in it, deny it if
you can,
As this very great—this very
good—this very gifted man?
(Though I’m
more than half afraid
That it sometimes
may be said
That we never should have revelled in
that source of proper pride,
However great his merits—if
his cousin hadn’t died!)
WHEN I FIRST PUT THIS UNIFORM ON.
When I first put this uniform on,
I said as I looked in the
glass.
“It’s
one to a million
That any civilian
My figure and form will surpass.
Gold lace has a charm for the fair,
And I’ve plenty of that, and to
spare,
While a lover’s
professions,
When uttered in
Hessians,
Are eloquent everywhere!
A
fact that I counted upon,
When
I first put this uniform on!”
I said, when I first put it on,
“It is plain to the
veriest dunce
That every beauty
Will feel it her
duty
To yield to its glamor at once.
They will see that I’m freely gold-laced
In a uniform handsome and chaste—
But the peripatetics
Of long-haired
aesthetics,
Are very much more to their taste—
Which
I never counted upon
When
I first put this uniform on!”
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SAID I TO MYSELF, SAID I.
When I went to the Bar as a very young
man,
(Said I to myself—said
I),
I’ll work on a new and original
plan
(Said I to myself—said
I),
I’ll never assume that a rogue or
a thief
Is a gentleman worthy implicit belief,
Because his attorney has sent me a brief
(Said I to myself—said
I!).
I’ll never throw dust in a juryman’s
eyes
(Said I to myself—said
I),
Or hoodwink a judge who is not over-wise
(Said I to myself—said
I),
Or assume that the witnesses summoned
in force
In Exchequer, Queen’s Bench, Common
Pleas, or Divorce,
Have perjured themselves as a matter of
course
(Said I to myself—said
I).
Ere I go into court I will read my brief
through
(Said I to myself—said
I),
And I’ll never take work I’m
unable to do
(Said I to myself—said
I).
My learned profession I’ll never
disgrace
By taking a fee with a grin on my face,
When I haven’t been there to attend
to the case
(Said I to myself—said
I!).