THE BARRISTER.
See how he stands, his hand upon his hip, The honeyed accents flowing from his lip. From time to time he re-adjusts his wig, And clutches at his gown, nor cares a fig, So he can filch a verdict. He won’t budge An inch for “ learned brethren.” Should the judge Make a suggestion, then it is that he Presents a picture of humility : “ My lud, I’m much obliged,” “ I thank the Court,” “ I wouldn’t press a point more than I ought;” “My duty to my client‘ ‘ Hem !” and so on; But like a river still the periods flow on. Then the poor witness, like a fish on hook, He gives him line, but watches every look ; Browbeats him, w’heedles him, and lets him run, Then roasts him slowly till the wretch is done. So, smiling blandly in the jury’s face, He sets him down with, “that, my lud’s, the case.” What cares he where the truth or justice be, So he the verdict gains, and pouch his fee ?
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Poverty Bay Standard, Volume X, Issue 1179, 19 October 1882, Page 2
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170THE BARRISTER. Poverty Bay Standard, Volume X, Issue 1179, 19 October 1882, Page 2
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