Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
The Briefless Barrister
By John Godfrey Saxe (18161887)A Ballad
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In shabby habiliments drest;
His coat it was shockingly worn,
And the rust had invested his vest.
His linen and worsted were worse;
He had scarce a whole crown in his hat,
And not half a crown in his purse.
A cheerless and comfortless elf,
He sought for relief in a song,
Or complainingly talked to himself:
I’ve never a client but grief:
The case is, I’ve no case at all,
And in brief, I’ve ne’er had a brief!
Expecting an ‘opening’ to find,
Where an honest young lawyer might gain
Some reward for toil of his mind.
Or lack an intelligent face,
That others have cases to plead,
While I have to plead for a case.
E’er hope for the smallest progression,—
The profession ’s already so full
Of lawyers so full of profession!”
His eye accidentally fell
On a very deep hole in the ground,
And he sighed to himself “It is well!”
On the curbstone the space of a minute,
Then cried, “Here’s an opening at last!”
And in less than a jiffy was in it!
(’Twas the coroner bade them attend),
To the end that it might be determined
How the man had determined his end!
Quoth the foreman who sat on the corse.
“A lawyer? Alas!” said another,
“Undoubtedly died of remorse!”
An attorney well versed in the laws,
And as to the cause of his death,
’Twas no doubt for the want of a cause.”
After solemnly weighing the matter,
That the lawyer was drownded, because
He could not keep his head above water!