M.R. Talking of cooks, isn't it about lunch time?
[General consensus of opinion in favour of lunching. As they adjourn, L.C.J. detains Chancery Judges to tell them a story about something that happened at Bodmin, and, to prevent mistakes, tells it in West Country dialect. M.R. immediately repeats it in strong Yorkshire, and lays the venue at Bradford. Result; that the whole of HER MAJESTY's Courts in London were closed for one day.
THE LAY OF THE LITIGANT.
(After Hood. Also after Coleridge's (C.J.) Letter to the Lord Chancellor on the decay of Legal Business.)
I remember, I remember
The Law when I was born,
The Serjeants, brothers of the coif,
The Judges dead and gone.
The Judicature Acts to them