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The good, the bad, his golden favor prize,
He builds the house where Christian people pray,
He builds the Theatres and gambling Halls,
To me the boon may gracious Heaven assign,No cringing suppliant at Mammon's shrine, Nor slave of Poverty—with joy to share The happy mean expressed in Agur's prayer;A house (my own) to keep me safe and warm, A shade in sunshine, and a shield in storm; A generous board, and fitting raiment, clear Of debts and duns throughout the circling year; Silver and gold, in moderate store, that I May purchase joys that only these can buy; Some gems of art, a cultured mind to please, Books, pictures, statues, literary ease. That “Time is Money” prudent Franklin shows In rhyming couplets and sententious prose.
Oh, had he taught the world in prose and rhyme,
THE BRIEFLESS BARRISTER.MA BALLAD.
An Attorney was taking a turn,
In shabby habiliments drest;
And the rust had invested his vest.
His breeches had suffered a breach,
His linen and worsted were worse;
And not half-a-crown in his purse.
And thus as he wandered along,
A cheerless and comfortless elf,
Or complainingly talked to himself:
I've never a client but grief:
And in brief, I've ne'er had a brief !
Expecting an 'opening' to find,
Where an honest young lawyer might gain
Some reward for toil of his mind.
'Tis not that I'm wanting in law,
Or lack an intelligent face, That others have cases to plead,
While I have to plead for a case.
“O, how can a modest young man
E'er hope for the smallest progression, The profession's already so full
Of lawyers so full of profession!”
While thus he was strolling around,
His eye accidentally fell
And he sighed to himself, “ It is well!”
To curb his emotion, he sat
On the curbstone the space of a minute, Then cried, “Here's an opening at last!”
And in less than a jiffy was in it!
Next morning twelve citizens came,
('Twas the coroner bade them attend,) To the end that it might be determined
How the man had determined bis end!
"The man was a lawyer, I hear,"
Quoth the foreman who sat on the corse. "A lawyer! Alas!” said another,
“Undoubtedly died of remorse!"
A third said, “He knew the deceased,
An attorney well versed in the laws, And as to the cause of his death,
'Twas no doubt for the want of a cause."
The jury decided at length,
After solemnly weighing the matter, That the lawyer was drownded, because
He could not keep his head above water!
“God bless the man who first invented sleep!”
So Sancho Panza said, and so say I: And bless him, also, that he didn't keep
His great discovery to himself; nor try To make it—as the lucky fellow mightA close monopoly by patent-right!
Yes—bless the man who first invented sleep,
(I really can't avoid the iteration ;) But blast the man, with curses loud and deep,
Whate'er the rascal's name, or age, or station, Who first invented, and went round advising, That artificial cut-off-Early Rising!
"Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed,”
Observes some solemn sentimental owl; Maxims like these are very cheaply said;
But, ere you make yourself a fool or fowl, Pray just inquire about his rise and fall, And whether larks have any beds at all!
"The time for honest folks to be a-bed,”
Is in the morning, if I reason right;
Upon his pillow till it's fairly light,
Thomson, who sung about the “Seasons,” said
It was a glorious thing to rise in season; But then he said it-lying—in his bed,
At ten o'clock A.M.—the very reason He wrote so charmingly. The simple fact is, His preaching wasn't sanctioned by his practice.
'Tis, doubtless, well to be sometimes awake,–
Awake to duty, and awake to truth,But when, alas! a nice review we take
Of our best deeds and days, we find, in sooth, The hours that leave the slightest cause to weep Are those we passed in childhood or asleep.
"Tis beautiful to leave the world awhile
For the soft visions of the gentle night;
To live as only in the angels' sight,
I like the lad who, when his father thought
Of vagrant worm by early 'songster caught,
PHAËTHON; OR, THE AMATEUR COACHMAN.
Running, they say,
Trips every day,