THE BROTHERS.

LAWYER.—‘ Mornin’. How-de-do?

CITIZEN.— Sir, same to you.

Called as counsel to retain you

In a case that I'll explain you.

Sad, so sad! Heart almost broke.

Hang it! where's my kerchief? Smoke?

Brother, sir, and I, of late,

Came into a large estate.

Brother's — h'm, ha,— rather queer

Sometimes ( tapping forehead ) here.

What he needs — you know — a “writ” —

Something, eh? that will permit

Me to manage, sir, in fine,

His estate, as well as mine.

‘ Course he'll kick;‘ t will break, I fear,

His loving heart — excuse this tear.

LAWYER.— Have you nothing more?

All of this you said before —

When last night I took your case.

CITIZEN.— Why, sir, your face

Ne'er before has met my view!

LAWYER.— Eh? The devil! True:

My mistake — it was your brother.

But you're very like each other.