’Neath the Law Courts’ shade as the Bar comes down,
And the barmaids are peeping—a giggling band—
For they know the police may be squared with a crown.
Ah! liquors are potent, and draughts are deep,
And the more you imbibe, why, the sooner you sleep,
An’ goo’-bye to th’ Bar an’s moaning!
Funny Folks, January 26, 1878,
The Three Profits.
[“There must be three profits obtained from land.”—Lord Beaconsfield.]