Selected Poetry.

Evening Star, Issue 3650, 3 November 1874, Page 3

Selected Poetry.

ON DISTRESS. By an Articled Glees. Do what I will, her witching face. iStill conies between me and my Chitty j Too soon, I fear, I'm in a case, But I m too—something— to be witty. In vain I talc-: my Black stone down And knit my brows, resolved to know it Two laughing eyes dispel the frown, And dusty Black,stone, how I—blow it. In simplest matters I can find Enough to vex a heart that’s tender : Bistols for two,” flash through my mind Whene er I meet the word surrender. Not long ago (oh, what a shock !) When asked to make a declaration, My heart went pat, my knees went knock, My temples streamed with perspiration. And thus I’m worried, night and day, My studies all are in abeyance, A coach and pair, with favors gay, Is what I draw for a conveyance, I’ve looked up Addison on Torts, On trespass case and prohibition,' I’ve ransacked too, the law reports From Coke down to the last edition. And yet no remedy I find For all the mischief she is doing, No trover lies lor peace of mind, No slumbers yield to plaintiff suing. “ &He iifere tuo l can see* Is nothing but a legal fiction ; Her acts are all injuriec, And yet no Court has jurisdiction. So I must wait and grin and bear Dntil my pupilage is over, And when a wig and gown I wear A better late I may discover. Meanwhile, I must forget-my grief And sink the rule of a complainor j And when I win my maiden brief, * By Jove ! I’ll have a fine retainer, Dunedin, October 31. HBE.