17 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (Continued from Part 13.) There was a competition for Parodies on "Excelsior" in Truth, fourteen parodies appeared on November 11, 1880, and the following week nine more were published, each consisting of five verses. The parody with the refrain, "That Thirty-four," which was selected as the prize winner, has already appeared in Part VI. of Parodies. A few of the others may be given here; the first evidently refers to Mr. Disraeli's entry into political life, when he was not favorably received: THE tawny folds of London fog "One blunder more!" Forth from that glorified Guildhall Through mire and midnight, floundering west "One blunder more!" "Halt!" cried the watchmen of St. Bride, As hastily they edged aside. "Try Scotland Yard!" a small boy said ; The answer came, from far ahead "One blunder more!" A pilgrim, under Street's new clock, And when the morn broke, soft and fair, One blunder more! At a recent sessions of the Uxbridge Court a gentleman pleaded guilty to riding on the footpath with a bi., and excused himself on the ground that the roads were very muddy. P.C. X. 20. proved the case, and a fine of 5s. was imposed.—Uxbridge Gazette. THE shades of night were falling fast, A youth, who rode a Rudge, once bright, His brow was sad, the road beneath In happy "pubs." he saw the light "Try on the path," the landlord said, "Oh! stay," the barmaid said, "and rest. The wheelman answered, "Pray don't jest!" What roads! "Beware the stones that lie in heaps Just then, X 20, on his track, There in the Court with face quite ruddy W. F. FIEld. THE WAR BLACKSMITH. UNDER its sulphurous canopy And Vulcan, grown a man-of-war, Has so much on his hands, That stocks run low, and files but show War-orders and demands. His Cyclops when he needed most, Off every Cyclops ran; For why should not a Cyclop do As another working-man, And take the time when trade is brisk To insist on all he can ? So every day, and all day long For breech-loaders, and armour-plates, With Chassepots for the EMPEROR And Sniders for JOHN BULL, Balls, Cochranes, Mountstorms, Henries, His hands may well be full. Meanwhile the EMPEROR writes to us, It does one good to hear him preach, And see how he enjoys The shift of weights that trim the POWERS For Europe's equipoise. Although the following parody is taken from an old Christmas annual, it is singularly à propos at the present time, when disgust is universally expressed at the costliness and uncertainty of our Legal system. Recent scandals have also greatly detracted from the confidence and respect which should be felt for the administrators of Justice : THE LORD CHANCELLOR. (Loq.) The special pleader's course were well-nigh run." Song: The LORD CHANCELlor. Tune: "The Village Blacksmith." Under a stunted black elm tree The Q.C.'s chambers are; Q.C., a leading silk is he, With name known near and far; And the practice he's contrived to make His wig is crisp, and soiled, and black— His eye is bright, and apt to roll, And he looks a jury in the face As very few men can. Week in, week out, from ten till four, You can hear his language flow; You can see him hitch his gown and swing Like a ranter beating the Holy Book Look in at the Law-court's door; And 'tis thought a bit of luck to catch He sits on Sundays in his rooms, And much it makes his heart rejoice He thinks of verdicts he has won, 66 Finis (Beeton's Christmas Annual, 1877.) In a recent trial for libel brought against the son of the Lord Chief Justice, the plaintiff had to conduct his case in person, and was subjected to continual interruptions, and hostile remarks from the bench. This conduct on the part of the judge, Mr. Justice Manisty, was even more noticeable than his contemptuous treatment of the verdict of the jury, and the following parody of a Law Report (which appeared in the Pall Mall Gazette, November 25, 1884)-is really but a mild exaggeration of the actual proceedings: TRIAL BY JURY IN 1884. THE libel case of -versus- was tried in the Court of, before Mr. Justice Manifest. The plaintiff conducted his own case; the defendant was represented by his counsel, a great legal luminary, and several of the most prominent names at the bar. The defendant is the son of a person high placed in the legal world, and is himself a barrister. The plaintiff is, vernacularly speaking, "the deuce knows who." The alleged libel is contained in a letter written by the defendant to a widow lady (his great aunt by marriage), who wished to ally herself by marriage to the plaintiff. The plaintiff was proceeding to open his own case, when the judge asked him why he was not properly represented by professional counsel, after the manner of a gentleman, and warned him that such an omission was likely to tell against him in the gravest manner. Plaintiff: May it please your lordship, I am a poor man, and cannot well afford Mr. Justice Manifest: The question of your means is wholly irrelevant. I must request you to keep strictly to the matter in hand. Plaintiff My other reason was that I feared no member of your respected profession would be quite whole-hearted in conducting my case, in view of who the defendant is. (Groans from the members of the Bar present.) The great legal luminary: I protest against the plaintiff's speech as an insult to the entire profession, including your lordship. Mr. Justice Manifest condoled warmly with the outraged feelings of the legal gentlemen present, but urged them to allow the plaintiff to proceed; as by so doing he would best reveal to the jury the manner of man he was. Plaintiff With the permission of the court, I will first read the letter. The great legal luminary objected to this, as unnecessarily wounding to the feelings of the defendant's eminent family. Plaintiff humbly submitted to the court that unless he were allowed to produce the letter it would be difficult for the jury to decide whether it were a libel or not. Mr. Justice Manifest begged the great legal luminary to allow the letter to be read as a personal favour to himself. The great legal luminary consenting, the plaintiff read the letter, which was as follows :-"My dear Aunt,-It is with sincere regret that I see myself forced to point out to you the true character of the unprincipled scoundrel you are thinking of marrying. Should you be surprised to hear that he is a professed atheist? Should you be surprised to hear that he has been three times married already, and that one of these marriages took place while the former wife was still alive? Should you be surprised to hear that many excellent people suspect him of having made away with his last wife, though the murder has never been brought home to him? Should you be surprised to hear that he has on several occasions embezzled large sums of money? Should you be surprised to hear that he is a convicted felon? Should you be surprised to hear that he has a daughter in the workhouse?" At this point the reading of the letter was interrupted by the great legal luminary, who said that the remainder of it had no bearing on the case. The plaintiff apologised and continued: The defendant refused either to withdraw or substantiate his charges. Mr. Justice Manifest: Quite right too. (Loud cheering.) The plaintiff next called witnesses to speak to his character and disprove the charges contained in the letter which the defendant acknowledged having written, and refused to withdraw. The Rev. Lord Bishop of --was sworn, and in answer to questions said he had known the plaintiff from a boy, and that he had always borne the highest character. Several other reverend gentlemen, of whose congregations the plaintiff had at various times been a prominent member, were called, and deposed to the same effect-namely, that he was a man against whom there had never been a breath of even ordinary scandal. Also that he was of a most edifying piety. Plaintiff Would it have been possible that such facts as my having murdered my wife, embezzled money, been a convicted felon, &c., could have remained unknown to you during the time I was a member of your congregations? The Reverend Gentlemen; "Quite impossible." Plaintiff then produced evidence that the period during which he had sat under the various reverend gentlemen extended over his whole life, from the age of eighteen to the present day. Mr. Justice Manifest asked the great legal luminary if he did not wish to cross-examine the witnesses.-Great legal luminary: "No, my lord, I have no questions to ask." Mr. Justice Manifest thanked him for so considerately saving the time of the court. The plaintiff next called witnesses to prove that he had only been once married, that he had lived in great peace and harmony with his late wife, that she had died a natural death, that he had sincerely mourned her, that he had always supported his daughter honourably, and as well as his small means would allow. The great legal luminary scornfully refused to crossexamine any of the witnesses. The plaintiff then declared his case closed. The great legal luminary then opened the case for the defence: My lord I do not mean to waste the valuable time of the court, already so mercilessly squandered by the plaintiff. My client, acting on my advice, has considerately refused to appear in the witness-box, or to call any witnesses. I shall not soil myself by attempting to set aside any of the evidence the plaintiff has thought fit so tediously to inflict upon the patience of the court. The fact that a man is obliged to call such evidence to his personal character is, I should hope, sufficiently significant to all right-thinking and unprejudiced minds. The law of libel is happily clear and concise, and is known to all. That the position occupied by the defendant's family could in any way influence the judgment of the court, which, monstrous as it may seem, the plaintiff has not hesitated to imply, is a supposition I need not even repudiate. My lord, I have done. Mr. Justice Manifest: I cannot sufficiently express my admiration for the moderation with which the counsel for the defence has expressed himself, or my regret that such a case should have been brought into court at all. The jury must now consider carefully whether such a letter, written confidentially by one member of a family to another, can in any sense of the word be rightly called a libel, or whether the whole thing is not a base conspiracy to annoy a family of high position, and degrade the law. For my own part my mind is quite made up, and though I have the highest opinion of juries and their decisions, I must warn the jury that in the extremely improbable event of their disagreeing with me, I shall reserve to myself the right of setting aside their decision. The jury, without retiring, consulted for a few moments, when the foreman said: My lord, we are unanimously agreed. Mr. Justice Manifest: I was sure you would be; and your verdict is? The Foreman: We find unhesitatingly for the plaintiff. Mr. Justice Manifest (with withering sarcasm): Oh, do you? Then may I ask at what you fix the damages? The Foreman (after a brief consultation with the other jurors): At £2,000, my lord. Mr. Justice Manifest: I have no hesitation in overruling the decision of the jury, and have much pleasure in deciding that the court finds for the defendant with costs. Week after week, morn, noon, and night, You could see him rushing round The cricket-field the club had hired For an impromptu training-ground; You could hear his back wheel clump and clatter, The loafers and cadgers of the place : They love to watch him wheeling round To count each gasp, to cheer each spurt, He goes on Sunday to the church, Receiving homage from each youth, Makes weak attempts to "mash” 'em, and He sleeps--dreams-hears his trainer's voice Telling him when to "stick it on!" Remembers that he'll ride no more When the cold earth lays his chest upon! Training-perspiring-grinding: Something attempted, something done, THIS is the Forest of St. John. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss and with lichens, have nothing to do with this Forest. Here 'stead of pines there are lamp-posts; and 'stead of the hemlocks, post-pillars; And as for the moss and the lichens, there's dust and there's slush in their places. This is the Forest of St. John-but here are no beasts save cab-horses; Birds, though-soiled doves as some call them--roost pretty thick in its villas. Sooth 'tis a forest, say some, where one may find lots of dears-talking.' 66 amongst it; Blue though her eyes as the ocean, jet black her brows and her lashes; Soft was the bloom on her cheeks as the delicate blush upon peaches; Seeing her smile, teeth and lips seemed like pearls set in pinkest of coral; Snow in her bosom had melted, despairing to rival its whiteness; Taper and lithe were her fingers, each with its pink pearlshell helmet ; Lightly had Time run the wheels of his chariot over her forehead, Never a rut had they made, for the road was like white alabaster, All this I saw and still more, though I am not a little short-sighted, When at a morning performance by chance I happened to meet her. |