SONGS OF THE HOME.
IV.—The Barrister Husband.
How doth the Barrister delight,
According to his sort,
To mix in any form of fight
In any kind of Court.
When Nurse's temper runs amok,
And Cook is by the ears,
And all the home is terror-struck
By notices and tears,
And Madame begs me estimate
What argument or bounce'll
Restore and keep the peace, I state
Opinion of Counsel:—
"With language dignified and terse
And with a haughty look
I should annihilate the Nurse
And coldly crush the Cook;
And, if they started in to weep,
A word would make them stow it:—
'That's not effective, merely cheap;
And, what is more, you know it.'"
"You'd bring the Cook," says she, "to book
By just a look?" "I should."
"By something terse you'd make the Nurse
Feel even worse?" "I would."
"You'd say to weep was merely cheap
And, what was more, they knew it?"
"I should," say I; and her reply
Is: "Come along and do it."
How doth the Barrister delight
In any low resort,
And hurry from the losing fight
To seek another Court.
"Mme. Tetrazzini had not been heard in London for five years and some little ooooooo aaaaaaaay shd cf cwyyy might have been busy on her voice. Well, it has scarcely."—South African Paper.
Her many admirers will be glad to know this.
