Yes, there in some remote recess,
At eve, I practise on my flute,
Till some attorney comes to bless
With a rule nisi to compute.
No. 2.—SIGNING A PLEA.
Oh, how oft when alone at the close of the day
I’ve sat in that Court where the fig-tree don’t grow
And wonder’d how I, without money, should pay
The little account to my laundress below!
And when I have heard a quick step on the stair,