Law.
CHANCERY.
Unhappy Chremes, neighbour to a peer.
Kept half his lordship’s sheep, and half his deer;
Each day his gates thrown down, his fences broke.
And injur’d still the more, the more he spoke;
At last resolved his potent foe to awe,
And guard his right by statute and by law—
A suit in Chancery the wretch begun;
Nine happy terms through bill and answer run,
Obtain’d his cause and costs, and was undone.
A DECLARATION IN LAW.
Fee simple and a simple fee.
And all the fees in tail.
Are nothing when compared to thee,
Thou best of fees—fe-male.
LAW AND PHYSIC.
It has been ascertained from the almanacs of the different departments and of Paris, that there are in France no less than seventeen hundred thousand eight hundred and forty-three medical men. There are, according to another calculation, fourteen hundred thousand six hundred and fifty-one patients. Turning to another class of public men, we find that there are nineteen hundred thousand four hundred and three pleaders, and upon the rolls there are only nine hundred and ninety-eight thousand causes; so that unless the nine hundred and two thousand four hundred and three superfluous lawyers see fit to fall sick of a lack of fees and employment, there must remain three hundred thousand one hundred and ninety-two doctors, with nothing to do but sit with their arms across.[142]
[142] Furet.
“THE NAUGHTY PLACE.”
A Scotch pastor recognised one of his female parishioners sitting by the side of the road, a little fuddled. “Will you just help me up with my bundle, gude mon?” said she, as he stopped.—“Fie, fie, Janet,” cried the pastor, “to see the like o’ you in sic a plight: do you know where all drunkards go?”—“Ay, sure,” said Janet, “they just go whar a drap o’ gude drink is to be got.”