While envious briefless Bees, admired his logic, and gist,
Accentuate note, and pause, well marked by his thumping fist,
He stood on the councillor's seat, with one of his feet—the left,
And the stuffy compression of air, with whirling silk he cleft,
And this, was his winding up, "O Father, Brother, and Son,
Oh this is a case, concerning each individual one,
And confident of your verdict, now into your hands I place,
O gentlemen, gents of the Jury, this most remarkable case!"
With quiver of deep emotion, one hypnothetical glance,
He photophoned to the jury, at Tommins he looked askance,