nomized,
Not murdered at a blow.

Then came appeals upon the points,
New trials on the facts;
More points, more learned arguments,
More precedents and Acts.

But LAW, thou art a tender plant
That needs must droop and die;
And bear no fruit unless thy root
Be watered constantly:

And Bumpkin with a generous hand
Had given thee good supply;
He drained the well, and yet withal
The noble Prigg was dry.

With plaintive look would move a stone,
Tom gazed on Lawyer Prigg:
Who rubbed his hands and said, "You see,
It's not so much the pig."

"Noa, noa, it be th' horses moore,
The calf and sheep and kine,
Where be th' hay-rick and the straw?
And where thic bull o' mine?"

The Lawyer said, "Quite so, quite so!"
Looked wise, and wisely grinned;
For Tom was like a ship becalmed,
He stopped for want of wind.

"You see," said Prigg with gravity
Would almost make you laugh,
"Our leading Counsel had the Cow,
The junior had the Calf.

"The hay and straw _Rules nisi_ got,
Made _Absolute_ with corn,
The pigs made _Interrogat'ries_,
Most beautifully drawn.

"The Bacon--ah, dear Bumpkin, few
In Law suits ever save it;
It made together with the sow,
A splendid _Affidavit_.

"The cocks and hens the _Pleadings_ did
Most exquisitely utter;
And some few pans of cream there were,
Which made the _Surre-butter_."

"Why, Surrey butter! I'd a tub
The best in this ere nation"--
"Quite so!" said Prigg; "but you forget,
'Twas used in _Consultation_."

"Well, well, of all the hungry mouths,
There's nothing like the Law's;
No wonder they can talk if that
Be how they iles their jaws.

"Now just look ere; I'd twenty cheese,
The finest of old Cheshires,"--
"Quite so, quite so!" said Prigg; "but they
Just furnished the _Refreshers_.

"The Ass for the _Opinion_ went;
The Horses, _Costs_ between us;
And all the Ducks and Drakes, my boy,
Were turned into SUBPOENAS."

"I zee it all; the road to Ruin,
Straight as any furrer:
That Bull o' mine"--"Excuse me, Sir,
Went up upon DEMURRER."

"Then beant there nothing left for I,
In all this ere undoin?
Nay, Nance, our fireside be gone,
It's emptiness and ruin.

"I wish we'd fought un