With quiver of deep emotion, one hypnothetical glance, He photophoned to the jury, at Tommins he looked askance, Then daintily mopped his forehead, some virtuous beads of heat, He sopped in his red bandana, and then he resumed his seat. Then "Oh!" said the ladies in court, "Wasn't that lawyer a treat?" Concussion of parasols, sticks, hands, and stamping feet, Till the usher expostulated, aloud in a startling shout, "Silence!!!" And his Ludship sternly threatened, to bundle the audience out, [Illustration] Poor Tommins had then to listen to evidence from the box, And now, and again, it dealt him, a stagger of nasty knocks; Acquaintances there subpoenad, identification swore, And others, who sneaked the keyhole, of sitting apartment door. What mattered the osculation, with which he smacked the book, A fig for his indignation, a jot for his injured look, The jury, and judge, decided the damage, and costs, to be Three thousand pounds, to the client of Writ MacFee, Q.C. [Illustration: EXTRA SPECIAL MOST REMAKABLE CASE VERDICT] * * * * * [Illustration] THE tweezers of time, had sparsed his hair, when Tommins, L.R.C.P. Was mooning around, to a neighbouring square, to join in an evening tea, When a tremulous maiden, checked his steps, and cried him, "O Mister Man, Me mother's afeered, that the two pair back, is goin' to kick the can! O Mister Medical Sir, he's sick, an' owin' a quarter's rent, An' that's the most, of the cause for why, of the hurry, that I was sent, O Mister Medical Man, Sir please, O please Sir folly me quick, You might be able to worry him thro' from the fit of the stiffnin' sick! Oh! come Sir, please Sir, do Sir come, O hurry an' come with me quick!" From sympathetic professional heart, for indigent sick alway, He gave a positive kind response, to the girl, who thus did pray, And on thro' court, and alley, and lane, he followed her devious track, Then mounting a rickety deal wood stair, he entered a two pair back, And there, in the glim of a halfpenny dipt, he gazed on a ghastly man, And he counted his pulse, said the girl "Do you think he's likely to kick the can?" The sick man rose to an elbow prop, at Tommins, to blink and stare! He seemed an anatomy, made for show, of eyes, and nose, and hair, He peered awhile thro' the starving glim, and then, with a moan cried he,