Taking a Hint

And its Fatal Consequences

(Vide Recent Judgement of C——H——C)

'Come let us slate the Magistrate, 
  The District judge no less—
"Young persons" they, from whose mad sway
  The ryots ask redress.
Yea, let us print the scornful hint
  About the D.S.P.;
And straightly curse that most perverse
  And juvenile  D.C.'

They cursed them free, judicially 
  In judgment and report.
They took the District judges' list
  To make a Bench's sport.
They bullied then these luckless men 
  In divers ways and harsh;
And, while they wrote , with grateful throat
  The  people cried:—'Shabash!'

And argued thus ('t is obvious 
  They took too hasty views;
For Oriental discontent
  Runs fast in Europe shoes):—
'Tis plain indeed, from what we read,
  Whatever we may do
To Sahibs like these, is sure to please
  One Judge and, may be, two.'

The Magistrate, respected late, 
  Was chased by wild Vakils.
The Zemindar   would oft shikar
  The 'Stunt' among the bhils.
When they had slain a Judge or twain, 
  They looked for honour, but
That budding hope a slip-knot rope
  Incontinently cut.

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