(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.