TO AN OLD FRIEND WITH A NEW WIG.
Delighted to hear that our friend Charles Hall, A.D.C., Trin. Coll. Cam., and Q.C., is likely to be made a Judge. Where will he sit? Admiralty, Probate, and Divorce Court, where wreckage cases of ships and married lives are heard? Health to the Judge that shall be, with a song and chorus, if you please, Gentlemen, to the ancient air of "Samuel Hall," revived for this occasion only:—
His name it is Charles Hall,
A.D.C. and Q.C.,
His name it is Charles Hall.
In cases great and small
He's shone out since his call,
All agree.
In Court of Admiraltee
Did he drudge, (bis)
In Court of Admiraltee,
'Bout lights and wrecks,—will he
Henceforth be less at sea
As a Judge?
Chorus.
(To quite another tune, i.e., the refrain of George Grossmith's song, "How I became an Actor.")
And each of his friends makes this remark,
(Retort he may with "Fudge!")
"Now wasn't I the first to say, you're sure
Some day to be a Judge!"
It will be a touching spectacle, as, indeed, it always is to the reflective mind, to see the new Judge sitting among the wrecks, like "Marius among the Ruins." Fine subject for Sir Frederick, P.R.A., in the next Academy Exhibition.
