In a monstrous fright, by the murky light, The startled Priest struck both his thighs, You would have sworn, as you looked on them, There was turning of keys, and creaking of locks, It seemed not such to the Abbot's eye : From the bowels of the earth, Cold, by this, was the midnight air; There was turning of keys, and creaking of locks, It was a haunch of princely size, Could better have guessed the very wood Sounded then the noisy glee, But where'er the board was spread, Pulling and tugging the fisherman sate; There was turning of keys, and creaking of locks, It was a bundle of beautiful things, A peacock's tail, and a butterfly's wings, A scarlet slipper, an auburn curl, A mantle of silk, and a bracelet of pearl, And a packet of letters, from whose sweet fold Such a stream of delicate odours rolled, That the Abbot fell on his face, and fainted, One jerk, and there a lady lay, But the rose of her lip had faded away, Ah, ha!" said the Fisher, in merry guise, "Her gallant was hooked before," And the Abbot heaved some piteous sighs, For oft he had bless'd those deep blue eyes, The eyes of Mistress Shore! There was turning of keys, and creaking of locks, As he took forth a bait from his iron box. Many the cunning sportsman tried, Many he flung with a frown aside: Add golden cups of the brightest wine There was a perfume of sulphur and nitre, As the Fisherman armed his golden hook; Look how the fearful felon gazes On the scaffold his country's vengeance raises, As the swaling wherry settles down, Fixed as a monument, still as air, He bent no knee, and he breathed no prayer; 66 Oh, ho! Oh, ho! The cock doth crow; It is time for the Fisher to rise and go. Fair luck to the Abbot, fair luck to the shrine; He hath gnawed in twain my choicest line; Let him swim to the north, let him swim to the south,― The Abbot will carry my hook in his mouth." The Abbot had preached for many years, With as clear articulation As ever was heard in the House of Peers His words had made battalions quake, But ever, from that hour, 'tis said, He stuttered o'er blessing, he stuttered o'er ban, And none but he and the Fisherman Could tell the reason why! SERJEANT BUZFUZ'S ADDRESS. CHARLES DICKENS. [See page 42.] SERJEANT BUZFUZ rose with all the majesty and dignity which the grave nature of the proceedings demanded, and having whispered to Dodson, and conferred briefly with Fogg, pulled his gown over his shoulders, settled his wig, and addressed the Jury as follows: Never, in the whole course of his professional experience-never, from the very first moment of his applying himself to the study and practice of the law-had he approached a case with feelings of such deep emotion, or with such a heavy sense of the responsibility imposed upon him-a responsibility, he would say, which he could never have supported, were he not buoyed up and sustained by a conviction so strong, that it amounted to positive certainty that the cause of truth and justice, or, in other words, the cause of his much-injured and most oppressed client, must prevail with the high-minded and intelligent dozen of men whom he now saw in that box before him. Counsel always begin in this way, because it puts the jury on the very best terms with themselves, and makes them think what sharp fellows they must be. 66 "You have heard from my learned friend, gentlemen," continued Serjeant Buzfuz: "you have heard from my learned friend, gentlemen, that this is an action for a breach of promise of marriage, in which the damages are laid at 1500l. But you have not heard from my learned friend, inasmuch as it did not come within my learned friend's province to tell you, what are the facts and circumstances of the case. Those facts and circumstances, gentlemen, you shall hear detailed by me, and proved by the unimpeachable female whom I will place in that box before you. "The plaintiff, gentlemen-the plaintiff is a widow; yes, gentlemen, a widow. The late Mr. Bardell, after enjoying, for many years, the esteem and confidence of his sovereign, as one of the guardians of his royal revenues, glided almost imperceptibly from the world, to seek elsewhere for that repose and peace which a custom-house can never afford. "Some time before his death, he had stamped his likeness upon a little boy. With this little boy, the only pledge of her departed exciseman, Mrs. Bardell shrunk from the world, and courted the retirement and tranquillity of Goswell-street; and here she placed in her front parlour-window a written placard, bearing this inscription- Apartments furnished for a single gentleman. Inquire within.' "I entreat the attention of the jury to the wording of this document Apartments furnished for a single gentleman!' Mrs. Bardell's opinions of the opposite sex, gentlemen, were derived from a long contemplation of the inestimable qualities of her lost husband. She had no fear-she had no distrust-she had no suspicion-all was confidence and reliance. Mr. Bardell,' said the widow; Mr. Bardell was a man of honour-Mr. Bardell was a man of his word-Mr. Bardell was no deceiver-Mr. Bardell was once a single gentleman himself; to single gentlemen I look for protection, for assistance, for comfort, and for consolation-in single gentlemen I shall perpetually see something to remind me of what Mr. Bardell was, when he first won my young and untried affections; to a single gentleman, then, shall my lodgings be let.' Actuated by this beautiful and touching impulse (among the best im |