The hunting of the Snark

Fit the Sixth THE BARRISTER'S DREAM

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 vainThat the Beaver's lace-making was wrong,Fell asleep, and in dreams saw the creature quite plainThat 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 pigOn 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 lawIn 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 guessedWhat 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 knewOne word that the others had said."You must know — — " said the Judge: but the Snarkexclaimed "Fudge!"That statute is obsolete quite!Let me tell you, my friends, the whole question dependsOn an ancient manorial right."In the matter of Treason the pig would appearTo have aided, but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 related to the costs of this suit)By the Alibi which has been proved."My poor client's fate now depends on you votes."Here the speaker sat down in his place,And directed the Judge to refer to his notesAnd 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 moreThan 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 mindUndertaking 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 quiteToo 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 lift" was the sentence it gave,"And *then* to be fined forty pound."The Jury all cheered, though the Judge said he fearedThat the phrase was not legally sound.But their wild exultation was suddenly checkedWhen the jailer informed them, with tears,Such a sentence would have not 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 defense was entrusted,Went bellowing on to the last.Thus the Barrister dreamed, while the bellowing seemedTo grow every moment more clear:Till he woke to the knell of a furious bell,Which the Bellman rang close at his ear.

Fit the Seventh THE BANKER'S FATE

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.And the Banker, inspired with a courage so newIt was matter for general remark,Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their viewIn his zeal to discover the SnarkBut while he was seeking with thimbles and care,A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nighAnd grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair,For he knew it was useless to fly.He offered large discount — he offered a check(Drawn "to bearer") for seven-pounds-ten:But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neckAnd grabbed at the Banker again.Without rest or pause — while those frumious jawsWent savagely snapping around-He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped,Till fainting he fell to the ground.The Bandersnatch fled as the others appearedLed on by that fear-stricken yell:And the Bellman remarked "It is just as I feared!"And solemnly tolled on his bell.He was black in the face, and they scarcely could traceThe least likeness to what he had been:While so great was his fright that his waistcoat turned white-A wonderful thing to be seen!To the horror of all who were present that day.He uprose in full evening dress,And with senseless grimaces endeavored to sayWhat his tongue could no longer express.Down he sank in a chair — ran his hands through his hair -And chanted in mimsiest tonesWords whose utter inanity proved his insanity,While he rattled a couple of bones."Leave him here to his fate — it is getting so late!"The Bellman exclaimed in a fright."We have lost half the day. Any further delay,And we sha'nt catch a Snark before night!"