And if you decline--as I hope you won't--
We shall know there are reasons, friend, why you don't.
So the Truth must benefit any way,
My beloved BILL. _What_ is that you say?
You don't care a cuss for the Truth? Oh, fie!
Truth makes one a free man. _Step in and try!_
The triumph of Truth is a triumph for
A highly inquisitive Chancellor!

'Twill be most instructive to Judge and Jury
To hear you give evidence. Why this fury?
We can judge, you see, by the way he'll behave,
'Twixt a simpleton and a clever knave.
The _Times_ says so. Eh! _Confound the Times?_
Oh, _don't_ say _so_, BILL! A man of crimes
Might funk the ordeal; but this is the plan
To help the Law--and the Honest Man;
And therefore the plan of all plans for
A highly compassionate Chancellor!

* * * * *

ROBERT ON THE LORD MARE'S SHO.

Well, I've had the grate good luck to have seen praps as menny Lord Mare's
Shos as most peeple, praps more--not so menny, in course, as that werry old
but slitely hexadgerating Lady, as bowsted as she had seen hunderds on
'em--but for sum things, speshally for Rain, and mud, and slush, the last
one beats 'em all holler! What poor little Whales could have done to put
the Clark of the Whether into sitch a temper, in course I don't know, but