SUMMERY JUSTICE.
May it please your ludships, Edward Thomson owns
Two small estates—one let on lease to Jones.
To admit the eldest son I hold is fair—
[Usher, I wish you would let in the air.]
It was the intention of the first testator—
[Who's stopped the working of that ventilator?]
I've searched the books, and it is there laid down.
On the authority of Smith v. Brown,
That legatees may reasonably enter—
[Open that other window in the centre.]
It is decided in the Term reports,
And 'tis, in fact, allowed in all the courts,
That vested interests go with the land—
[This heat is really more than I can stand.]
We cannot shut our eyes, if so inclined—
[The sun's too dazzling, pray pull down that blind.]
I warmly urge the infant ought to take it—
[That square of glass wont open; Usher, break it.]
The tenant's liable for all repairs—
[We may all melt, for what that Usher cares.]
The mortgagee's demand must end in smoke—
[I'm positively roasting.] vide Coke;
The rights of justice still I must maintain,
See Carrington—[Pray, Usher, break that Payne.]
I trust your ludships will not yet determine,
While 'neath the weight of your judicial ermine,
Your judgment 'twere impossible to school;
Your ludships can't, I'm sure, just now, be cool:
To ask you to decide were simple mummery,
For in the dog-days justice is too summery.