Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ All the real jam of life was lost with the abolition of Rank.Here he wept! Ah! can there be a sight a pitiful breast to thrillLike the Ghost of a Lawyer dropping a tear o'er the Ghost of a Lawyer's Bill? Chorus—Some of the Ghosts, &c.I woke. A pain possessed my head. The gathered Ghosts were gone,And I lay there in Trafalgar Square, on a cold stone alone. ”
