Drags him before the just Recorder.
In vain the hapless youth denies it;
A barroom loafer testifies it.
"Fine him," the court-house rabble shout
(This is the latest jury out).
So when his pocketbook is eased
Most righteous justice is appeased.
The Doctor lay in his little bed,
His night-cap 'round his God-like head,
With a blanket thick and snowy sheet