And catch th' attempted wits—so "fly,"
With chaff—from a sawdust floor.
He goes in Sessions 'fore the Bench,
And sits among the crowd;
He hears the "unpaid" jaw and preach,
He hears his counsel's voice
Pleading with legalic fire;
And licensed, has his choice.
It makes him think of the Three per Cents.
Wherein his money lies!