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tured face, as well as the rest of the boys, he called upon Mr. 
Ptolemy, our latest member, to sing one of his astronomical 
songs, which he did in fine style, only one verse of which, for 
press of time, I am able to read to you: 
Away, away, through the wide, wide sky, 
The fair blue fields before us lie, 
Each sun with the world’s that around us roll, 
Each planet poised on her turning pole, 
With her isles of green, and her clouds of white, 
And waters that lie like silver light. 
I never heard him in better voice, which rang out in grand 
cadences in the soft moonlight, and he richly deserved the rap- 
turous encore that was given him. 
After the clapping had subsided the worthy president 
called upon Lawyer Culham for something, so he told an anec- 
dote he had read that morning in the paper, about Pat and the 
lawyers, which is pretty hard on the profession, but it was too 
good a joke to be buried. At all events, it does not apply to 
Canadian lawyers, at least to Hamilton ones. 
PAT AND THE LAWYERS. 
While a number of lawyers and gentlemen were dining to- 
gether at London, some time ago, a jollv son of the Emerald 
Isle appeared and called for dinner. The landlord told him 
he should dine when the gentleman were done eating. “Let 
him dine with us,’”’ whispered a limb of the law, “and we shall 
have some fun with him.” ‘The Irishman too his seat at the 
table. 
“You were not born in this country,” said one. 
“No, sir, I was born in Ireland.” 
“Is your father living ?” 
“No, sir, he is dead.” 
“What: is your occupation?” 
“Trading horses.” 
“Did your father ever cheat any one while here?” 
““T suppose he did, sir.” 
“Where do you suppose he went to?” 
