If I want to please a butcher--well, I'll give you a specimen:-- 'Here's to the butcher who sells good meat-- In this world it's hard to beat; It's the very best that's to be had, And makes the human heart feel glad.
There's no necessity to purloin, So step in and buy a good sirloin.' I can go on in this style, like Tennyson's brook, for ever, your worship." His worship was afraid that he might make the offer good, and the poet was released, after promising to imbibe less frequently when he felt the divine afflatus about to descend upon him.
These disagreements between light-hearted and bibulous persons who haunt the courts week after week have nothing especially pathetic about them, but there are many that make one's heart ache; many that seem absolutely beyond any solution, and beyond reach of any justice..