THE 
 
 WANDERING LAWYER! 
 
 ** And DOUGLAS sate beside the farmer^s hearth.^* 
 
 Sons of the Soil, p. 164« 
 
 WHY wanders that Lawyer here, I pray? 
 
 The ‘*Pride of B— xt — d” was ask’d, one day. 
 Looking for clients, so ‘*green”— or bread ? 
 Good Sir, said she, he’d fain me wed 1 
 Fie! fie! 
 
 Was the querist’s cry,— 
 
 ‘‘Puppies,” like him, we’ve seen before 
 Seek the rich maid, and not the poor f 
 
 Tell me again, the inquirer said. 
 
 Why do you suffer him here, fair maid? 
 
 The solicitor* 8 part — so fine! — each day . 
 Good Sir, said she, he comes to play! 
 
 Fie! fie! 
 
 Was again the cry,— 
 
 Solicitors — such as the Law pursue— 
 
 Oft display a willy— SLud so must you ! 
 
 The sage look’d grave — the maid ne’er stirr’d. 
 When the wand’rer’s voice again was heard ; 
 The sage look’d graver — the maid more hold. 
 And at once the sly one her mind she told ! 
 
 Fie! fie! 
 
 Still the sage did cry,— 
 
 Attachments** like his, I hope, are rare. 
 
 And of such wily designs beware ! 
 
 QOD SAVE THE KINGJl 
 
 
 NEAR WITHAM. 
 
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