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jurisdiction. (1 b. § 55, n. 4), and see PenThe following points may be noted : (i) The jurisdiction rests on domicil for noyer t'. Neff, (95 U. S. 714); Watkins v. international §§ 52> S3-) purposes. (2) But tne(2 wife Bish.таУ Mar.nave & D.a Watkins, (125 Indiana, 163; 21 Am. St. Rep. 217.) As to effect on position of par domicil apart from her husband's, and in ties see 128 N. Y. 263; 92 Tenn. 697. such case either domicil is sufficient to found — Lex.

THE ATTORNEYI. IN THE POETS.1

FOR an attorney to have but a share in vituperation at large was a fate too good for him; but Mr. William Woty put this right. Mr. William Woty's is not one of the most famous names in English literature; even the volumes of selections now pass him by un heeded. He lives, perhaps, only by a chance reference in Boswell, as part owner of a mis cellany to which the great Doctor contributed. But in his day he must have been well known, for when his poetical works, in two volumes, were published in 1770, by subscription ("All hail! Subscription! ' Tis to thee we owe, The plenteous fruits, which from inven tion grow "), more than 550 copies had been subscribed, and the list included names still well remembered. Dr. Johnson himself, is there, and so are James Boswell, Esq., Mr. Garrick, George Coleman, Esq., Mr. Atterbury, Canon Seward, C. Phillips, and J. Phil lips and Mrs. Harneck — perhaps the mother of the Jessamy bride. Now Mr. Woty mis places no mercy in his judgment; the attor ney is a pettifogger, and the pettifogger he proceeds, in a borrowed strain, to depict : — THE PETTIFOGGER. A PARODY WRITTEN THE LONG IN VACATION. WESTMINSTER

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The Courts are shut — departed ev'ry jud^e. Each greedy lawyer gripes his double fee, InAnd doleful leave mood the the hallsuitors to silence homeward and to me. trudge ' By E. V. B. Christian in " The Law Magazine and Review."

Now not a barrister attracts the sight, And all the dome a solemn stillness holds, Save at the entrance, where with all her might The quean of apples at the porter scolds. Save that at fives a group of wrangling boys At intervals pursue the bounding ball, Make Ifi'ntierson? the studious, damn their noise When batt'ring the plaster from the wall. From ev'ry court with ev'ry virtue crown'd. Where many get and many lose their bread, Elsewhere to squabble, puzzle and confound, Attornies — clerks — and counsel — all are fled. Contending fools, too stubborn to agree. The good fat Client (name forever dear), The long-drawn brief, and spirit-stirring fee, No more, 'till Michaelmas, shall send them here. »**»**» Some ghost of Jefferies will this floor parade, Some daring pettifogger, stern of brow, Who might have done due honor to the spade, Whirl'd the tough flail, or grasp'd the peaceful plough. The upstart thing some useful trade to learn, By far more suited to his shallow head. Some trade, by which he might have known to earn, With honest industry, his daily bread. False pride forbade; nor to himself alone Confines his views, but to his son extends; Forbade the youth, to quirks already prone, To mind the means, so he could gain the ends. Forbade to bind him, prentice to a trade, Behind a compter all the day to stand, His birth by work mechanic to degrade, Or wait on customers with cap in hand. 2 An author and bookseller there.

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