Unfortunately Mr. STREET.
Who planned the legal edif-[=i]ce,
Designed a splendid trap for men,
But not for mice.

To view the Courts at midnight now,
The Courts all in the stilly Strand,
With rodents squeaking out their pleas,
That _would_ be grand!

No Ushers 'ush them; they consume
The stiffest calf you ever saw,
Developing, these curious beasts,
A taste for Law.

They fill--perhaps--the box wherein,
Twelve bothered men have often sat,
And try, with every proper form,
Some absent cat.

A fore-mouse probably they choose,
The culprit's advocate deride,
And fix upon that cat the guilt
Of mouseycide.

At the Refreshment-bars, perchance,
They eat the cakes, and drink the milk,
And in the Robing-room indulge
In "taking silk."