The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1873-06-19
POETRY.
AN; EeLOGUE;.

IN EEhOGEE.
The following composition is from the pen OF the late
Hon. Warren R. Davis and has never been published Ii
was written many years ago. after the gifted Davis had
heen in attendance upona brilliant assombge in Green
pe where he hadunihoughtediy given offence to oeaut
fnl Young lady Aside from It's merits literary pro-
duction many of our readers who acquainted with
the writer will be glad to peruse this charming piece oil
genuine wit which has been carefully preserved In manu-
script and kindly furnished to us by an esteemed friend
whose father was on intimate terms with the authors
THE LAWYER AND THE DEvIh
"a dream passed Ger me; twas not all dream"
LAWYER.
Avauntl thou grim-visaged monster Avaunt
What hast thou with Inc? what now do you want?
SATAN.
My business, dear lawyer, is Just now with you;
To keep you securely and punish you, too
- LAWYER.
To keep me securely! why, what do hear?
And threaten to punish too? Sir, do you 6Gc
To utter such language.
Behold!!! Can you pass
These dark walls and portals Of iron and brass?
LAWYER
IN custody say you? Your mittimus show,
Or soon Habeas Corpus, with penalties, know.
SATAN.
Hsbeas Corpus and mittimus; quibbles of law
Are of little avail here, so look for no flaw.
To the furnace bcgone, sir; obey my commands
You're not tho FIRST lawyer I've passed through my hands
LAWYER
Where am II Who are you? how came here2
SATAN
yo,ra In Heut am Satan tho "prince of the air.
vhirlwind swept over your sumbers last night,
And ayegng your sins brought you here in its might
LAWYER.
MY sins, sir? Which of them2
SATAN
For guEzlfng OF wine,
And offending that charming, sweet girl Miss G'''t*S
LAWYER
offending that lady! Oh, mercy forbid,
For II true mercys self from ny face will be hid!
No, Satan, though many my sins may appear,
OF one 30 enormous, feelI am clear.
SATAN.
No, no. sir; besides, at the party am told
You bothered the young ones and worried the old;
Destroyed their pleasure by Ganning the Danes!
Now, I'll take the jaa sir, and you those blue flames
LAWYER
aldsooty, ts false; no old ones were there,
They were all young and beautiful, rosy and fair
and now in your ear let me Whisper old scrath match
II you tell them they're old ones, you'll soon find your
managed their grandmother, Eve, very we'll
LAWYER.
You ne,er tried your hand with modern young belief
But tell me- great "Prince Of the power Of the air."
Why see 'mongst your subjects not of the fair?
SATAN.
The good are not se,s me the bad can't be gircn
Besides twould to you then no hi be, but Heaven.
LAWYER. =.
Dteii you, then, plainly, my jolly old Trout e
Jean's stay without them; so, pray let me out.
SATAN.
You cant2 Why, your hair is now grizzly, forsoosh!
LAWYER.
Tho white are from study the black prove my youth
But Who noble Prince, my companions Will oe7
E7ozr, lazarus and al Of his kindred keep mo.
SATAN.
Poor Lazarus and all Of his kind are In heaven!
Tho great Of the earth arc to me mostly given
Kinsa statesmen and orators, warriors brave,
Rch Prela.es and Preachers in plenty, have.
LAWYER
Afew to correct their long bilisl
LAWYER.
Any Docsors,'
SAIAy.
ALL those who won't take their own pills.
LAWYER.
How eo4 YOU those merchants abounding in treasurer
SATAN.
They gave TO much e-sda and too lialc ueasnreL
LAWYER.
Any Yankees2
Aye, truly enough!
GAnd here he began to grow surly and grufto
pye ten,generations already on hand
use them as fuel for burning the ID;
I'm planning tariff to keep them away,
For they spoil and corrupt me ten devils day
LAWYER.
Can You tell me my sentence; how long is my timer
SATAN.
Till the lady offended shall pardon your crime!
LAWYER.
Let me out, Let me out! for if penitcnt tears,
scorpion-stung conscience and heart-rendns prayers
VIII avail me, L soon the fair lady will see!
SATAN.
No none of your County Court tricks upon mo!
rye doctor above on the mission may go
He's as trusty servant as any below
LAWYER.
Are YOU and the Doctor in partnership thcn2
SATAN.
Isend him his physic he sends me his men,
LAWYER.
Pray send him in haste then tits no time to ipke
The heat is increasing your sulphurous smoke
The door gently opened, the lawyer awokei
The vision like Shakespeare then vanished in wind,
And left not rack save the headache behind!
-Sawdust pills, says an old physician, will
affectually cure many of the diseases of which
mankind is afflicted, if every patient would
make his own sawdust