But this poor farce has neither truth nor art To please the fancy or to touch the heart Dark but not awful dismal but yet mean, With anxious bustle moves the cumbrous scene, Presents no objects tender or profound, But spreads its cold unmeaning gloom around Parish Register 'Your majesty,' said Mannering, laughing, 'has solemnised your abdication by an act of mercy and charity.

That fellow will scarce think of going to law.' 'O, you are quite wrong,' said the experienced lawyer.

'The only difference is, I have lost my client and my fee.

He'll never rest till he finds somebody to encourage him to commit the folly he has predetermined.
No! no! I have only shown you another weakness of my character: I always speak truth of a Saturday night.' 'And sometimes through the week, I should think,' said Mannering, continuing the same tone.
'Why, yes; as far as my vocation will permit.

I am, as Hamlet says, indifferent honest, when my clients and their solicitors do not make me the medium of conveying their double-distilled lies to the bench.