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.

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 new
   It was matter for general remark,
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view
   In his zeal to discover the Snark.

But while he was seeking with thimbles and care,
   A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh
And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair,
   For he knew it was useless to fly.

He offered large discount--he offered a cheque
   (Drawn `to bearer') for seven-pounds-ten:
But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neck
   And grabbed at the Banker again.

Without rest or pause--while those frumious jaws
   Went 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 appeared
   Led 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 trace
   The 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 endeavoured to say
   What his tongue could no longer express.

Down he sank in a chair--ran his hands through his hair--
   And chanted in mimsiest tones
Words 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'n't catch a Snark before night!'

FIT THE EIGHTH

The Vanishing

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.

They shuddered to think that the chase might fail,
   And the Beaver, excited at last,
Went bounding along on the tip of its tail,
   For the daylight was nearly past.

`There is Thingumbob shouting!' the Bellman said.
   `He is shouting like mad, only hark!
He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head,
   He has certainly found a Snark!'

They gazed in delight, while the Butcher exclaimed
   `He was always a desperate wag!'
They beheld him-- their Baker--their hero unnamed--
   On the top of a neighbouring crag,


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