And yet, when on the bench next day, no sign of mercy shows;
But far beyond the lay J.P.’s most eagerly he goes,
To crushing sentences inflict, and cruel fines impose;
Like a modern J.P. Vicar, one of the present time!
The parish next to his as priest an Honourable can claim,
Who that fat living holds because he bears his father’s name;
And who, the simple truth to tell, a clergyman became,
Because too mentally obtuse to otherwise win fame;
Like the high-born modern Vicar, one of the present time!
Lawn-tennis is the only thing on which he seems intent,