Friday, April 8, 2011

The Barrister's Dream

  • by Lewis Carroll



    • They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
    • They pursued it with forks and hope;
    • They threatened its life with a railway-share;
    • They charmed it with smiles and soap.
    • But the Barrister, weary of proving in vain
    • That the Beaver’s lace-making was wrong,
    • Fell asleep, and in dreams saw the creature quite plain
    • That his fancy had dwelt on so long.
    • He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court,
    • Where the Snark, with a glass in its eye,
    • Dressed in gown, bands, and wig, was defending a pig
    • On the charge of deserting its sty.
    • The Witnesses proved, without error or flaw,
    • That the sty was deserted when found:
    • And the Judge kept explaining the state of the law
    • In a soft under-current of sound.
    • The indictment had never been clearly expressed,
    • And it seemed that the Snark had begun,
    • And had spoken three hours, before any one guessed
    • What the pig was supposed to have done.
    • The Jury had each formed a different view
    • (Long before the indictment was read),
    • And they all spoke at once, so that none of them knew
    • One word that the others had said.
    • “You must know—” said the Judge: but the Snark exclaimed “Fudge!
    • That statute is obsolete quite!
    • Let me tell you, my friends, the whole question depends
    • On an ancient manorial right.
    • “In the matter of Treason the pig would appear
    • To have aided, but scarcely abetted:
    • While the charge of Insolvency fails, it is clear,
    • If you grant the plea ‘never indebted’.
    • “The fact of Desertion I will not dispute:
    • But its guilt, as I trust, is removed
    • (So far as relates to the costs of this suit)
    • By the Alibi which has been proved.
    • “My poor client’s fate now depends on your votes.”
    • Here the speaker sat down in his place,
    • And directed the Judge to refer to his notes
    • And briefly to sum up the case.
    • But the Judge said he never had summed up before;
    • So the Snark undertook it instead,
    • And summed it so well that it came to far more
    • Than the Witnesses ever had said!
    • When the verdict was called for, the Jury declined,
    • As the word was so puzzling to spell;
    • But they ventured to hope that the Snark wouldn’t mind
    • Undertaking that duty as well.
    • So the Snark found the verdict, although, as it owned,
    • It was spent with the toils of the day:
    • When it said the word “GUILTY!” the Jury all groaned,
    • And some of them fainted away.
    • Then the Snark pronounced sentence, the Judge being quite
    • Too nervous to utter a word:
    • When it rose to its feet, there was silence like night,
    • And the fall of a pin might be heard.
    • “Transportation for life” was the sentence it gave,
    • “And then to be fined forty pound.”
    • The Jury all cheered, though the Judge said he feared
    • That the phrase was not legally sound.
    • But their wild exultation was suddenly checked
    • When the jailer informed them, with tears,
    • Such a sentence would not have the slightest effect,
    • As the pig had been dead for some years.
    • The Judge left the Court, looking deeply disgusted:
    • But the Snark, though a little aghast,
    • As the lawyer to whom the defence was intrusted,
    • Went bellowing on to the last.
    • Thus the Barrister dreamed, while the bellowing seemed
    • To grow every moment more clear:
    • Till he woke to the knell of a furious bell,
    • Which the Bellman rang close at his ear.


Oh what fun! I recently added this book to my collection after finding it in the same fantastic little bookshop that I found my Field Guide to the Little People, (Downtown's The Last Book Store).  This book is full of Carroll's 'nonsense poems' and fantastic illustrations by Aldren Watson. Watson's woodcuts are wonderful-- I would hang his works on any wall in my home-- and they fit Carroll's wacky words to a T (or maybe to a W).

I have a peculiar relationship with the works of Lewis Carroll. I acknowledge the genius. I appreciate the whimsy. I adore the culture. But I am not truly devoted to them. (You can visit this idea more in my post about Alice). There is something distinctly not warm and fuzzy about Carroll's writings, something that unsettles me. I think that is why I find his style so suited for topics like lawyering and banking-- both topics in The Hunting of the Snark and both utterly not warm and fuzzy. 

Regardless, this gem of Lewis Carroll's has brought me more happiness than I thought. And I admit that I have chortled more than once!

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