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Beaver his friend.

      While the Beaver confessed, with affectionate looks

               More eloquent even than tears,

      It had learned in ten minutes far more than all books

               Would have taught it in seventy years.

      They returned hand-in-hand, and the Bellman, unmanned

               (For a moment) with noble emotion,

      Said “This amply repays all the wearisome days

               We have spent on the billowy ocean!”

      Such friends, as the Beaver and Butcher became,

               Have seldom if ever been known;

      In winter or summer, ’twas always the same —

               You could never meet either alone.

      And when quarrels arose – as one frequently finds

               Quarrels will, spite of every endeavour —

      The song of the Jubjub recurred to their minds,

               And cemented their friendship for ever!

      Fit the Sixth

      The Barrister’s Dream

      They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;

               They pursued it with forks and hope;

      They threatened its life with a railway-share;

               They charmed it with smiles and soap.

      But the Barrister, weary of proving in vain

               That the Beaver’s lace-making was wrong,

      Fell asleep, and in dreams saw the creature quite plain

               That his fancy had dwelt on so long.

      He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court,

               Where the Snark, with a glass in its eye,

      Dressed in gown, bands, and wig, was defending a pig

               On the charge of deserting its sty.

      The Witnesses proved, without error or flaw,

               That the sty was deserted when found:

      And the Judge kept explaining the state of the law

               In a soft under-current of sound.

      The indictment had never been clearly expressed,

               And it seemed that the Snark had begun,

      And had spoken three hours, before any one guessed

               What the pig was supposed to have done.

      The Jury had each formed a different view

               (Long before the indictment was read),

      And they all spoke at once, so that none of them knew

               One word that the others had said.

      “You must know —” said the Judge: but the Snark

                                                            exclaimed “Fudge!

               That statute is obsolete quite!

      Let me tell you, my friends, the whole question depends

               On an ancient manorial right.

      “In the matter of Treason the pig would appear

               To have aided, but scarcely abetted:

      While the charge of Insolvency fails, it is clear,

               If you grant the plea ‘never indebted.’

      “The fact of Desertion I will not dispute;

               But its guilt, as I trust, is removed

      (So far as relates to the costs of this suit)

               By the Alibi which has been proved.

      “My poor client’s fate now depends on your votes.”

               Here the speaker sat down in his place,

      And directed the Judge to refer to his notes

               And briefly to sum up the case.

      But the Judge said he never had summed up before;

               So the Snark undertook it instead,

      And summed it so well that it came to far more

               Than the Witnesses ever had said!

      When the verdict was called for, the Jury declined,

               As the word was so puzzling to spell;

      But they ventured to hope that the Snark wouldn’t mind

               Undertaking that duty as well.

      So the Snark found the verdict, although, as it owned,

               It was spent with the toils of the day:

      When it said the word “GUILTY!” the Jury all groaned,

               And some of them fainted away.

      Then the Snark pronounced sentence, the Judge being

                                                                              quite

               Too nervous to utter a word:

      When it rose to its feet, there was silence like night,

               And the fall of a pin might be heard.

      “Transportation for life” was the sentence it gave,

               “And then to be fined forty pound.”

      The Jury all cheered, though the Judge said he feared

               That the phrase was not legally sound.

      But their wild exultation was suddenly checked

               When the jailer informed them, with tears,

      Such a sentence would have not the slightest effect,

               As the pig had been dead for some years.

      The Judge left the Court, looking deeply disgusted:

               But the Snark, though a little aghast,

      As the lawyer to whom the defence was intrusted,

               Went bellowing on to the last.

      Thus the Barrister dreamed, while the bellowing seemed

               To grow every moment more clear:

      Till he woke to the knell of a furious bell,

               Which the Bellman rang close at his ear.

      Fit the Seventh

      The Banker’s Fate

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