<h2 class="roman"><SPAN name="XX" id="XX"></SPAN>XX</h2>
<p class="chaphead">Mr Jabberjee distinguishes himself in the Bar Examination, but is less successful in other
respects. He writes another extremely ingenious epistle, from which he anticipates the happiest results.</p>
<p class="clearpara"><span class="smcap">I am</span> happy to announce that I have passed the <i>pons asinorum</i> of Bar
Exam with facility of a needle penetrating the camel's eye. <i>Tant
mieux!</i> Huzza! Tol-de-rol-loll!!!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_157" id="Page_157"></SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name='p157'></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/p157.jpg" width-obs="526" height-obs="700" alt="Huzza! Tol-de-rol-loll!"> <p class="center"> <span class="caption">"HUZZA! TOL-DE-ROL-LOLL!"</span></p> </div>
<p>My dilatoriness in publishing this joyful intelligence is due to fact
that I have only recently received official information of my triumph,
which my family are now engaged in celebrating at Calcutta with pæans of
transport, illuminations, fireworks, an English brass band, and
delicacies supplied (on contract system) from Great Eastern Hotel.</p>
<p>And yet so great was my humility that, when I entered Lincoln's Inn Hall
one Monday shortly before 10 <span class="smcap">a.m.</span>, and received pens, some foolscaps,
and a printed exam paper on the Law of Real and Personal Property and
Conveyancing, I was at first as melancholy as a gib cat, and like to eat
my head with despair!</p>
<p>So much so that I began my answers by
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_156" id="Page_156"></SPAN></span> pathetically imploring my
indulgent father examiner to show me his bowels of compassion, on ground
that I was an unfortunate Bengalee chap, afflicted by narrow
circumstances and a raging tooth, and that my entire earthly felicity
depended upon my being favoured with qualifying marks.</p>
<p>However, on perusal of the paper, I found that, owing to diligent cram
and native aptitude for nice sharp quillets of the law, I could floor it
upon my <i>caput</i>, being at home with every description of mortgage, and
having such things as reversions and contingent remainders at the
extremities of my finger-ends.</p>
<p>In the afternoon I was again examined in Law and Equity, answering
nearly every question with great copiousness and best style of
composition, quoting freely from Hon'ble <span class="smcap">Snell</span> and <span class="smcap">Underhill</span> to
back my opinion. Unhappily, I lost some of my precious time because, finding
that I was required by the paper to "discuss" a certain statement, I
left my seat in search of some pundit with whom I might carry on such a
logomachy. And even now I fail to see how one individual can discuss a
question in pen and ink, any more than a single hand is capable of
making a clap. Which I gave as my reason for not attempting the
impossible.</p>
<p>The ordeal endured for four days. In the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_159" id="Page_159"></SPAN></span> Roman Law department, I was
on the spot with <i>Stillicidium</i> and similar servitudes, and in Criminal
Law I did vastly distinguish myself by polishing off an intricate legal
problem about Misters A., B. and C., and certain bicycles, though, as I
stated in a <i>postscriptum</i>, not being the practical cyclist, I could not
be at all responsible for the accuracy of my solution, and hinted that
it was somewhat <i>infra dig.</i> for such solemn dry-as-dusts as the Council
of Legal Education to take any notice at all of these fashionable but
flimsy mechanisms.</p>
<p>When called up for <i>vivâ voce</i> purposes, I dumb-foundered my examiner by
the readiness and volubility of my responses, to such an extent that,
after asking one question only, he intimated his complete satisfaction,
and I divined by his smiles that he was secretly determined to work the
oracle in my favour.</p>
<p>And so I arrived at the pretty Pass by dint of flourishing my trumpet.
But, heigho! some fly or other is the indispensable adjunct of every pot
of ointment, and while I was still jumping for joy at having passed the
steep barrier of such a Rubicon, there came a letter from Miss <span class="smcap">Jessimina</span>
which constrained me to cachinnate upon the wrong side of nose!</p>
<p>It appeared that, pursuant of my request, she had been to call upon
Hon'ble Sir <span class="smcap">Chetwynd</span>,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_160" id="Page_160"></SPAN></span> who had duly informed her
that I was not the genuine Rajah or any kind of real Prince, nor yet a Crœsus with
unlimited cash.</p>
<p>Here, if Hon'ble <span class="smcap">Cummerbund</span> had stopped, or represented me as a
worthless riddance of bad rubbish, all would have been well; but most
unhappily he did exceed his instructions, and added that I was of
respectable, well-to-do parentage, and very industrious young chap with
first-class abilities, and likely to obtain lucrative practice at native
Bar.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Jessimina</span> wrote that she hoped she was not so mercenary as to be
attracted by mere rank, and that it was enough for her that I was in the
position to maintain her as a lady, so she would continue to hold me to
my promise of marriage, and if I still declined to perform, she would be
reluctantly compelled to place the matter in hands of lawyer.</p>
<p>On seeing that my second attempt to spoof was similarly the utter
failure, I became like pig in poke with perplexity, until I was suddenly
inspired by the ebullient flash of a happy idea, and taking up my
<i>penna</i>, inscribed the following epistle:</p>
<div class="blockquot"><p class="center"><span class="smcap">Magnanimous and Ever Adorable Jessimina!</span></p>
</div>
<p>I am immensely tickled with flattered complacency at your indomitable
desire to become
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_161" id="Page_161"></SPAN></span> the
bride of such a man of straw as this undeserving
self, and will no longer offer any factious opposition to your wishes.</p>
<p>But in the intoxicating ardour of my billing and cooing I may have
omitted to mention that, when I have led you to the Hymeneal altar, you
will not be alone in your glory. As a Koolin Brahmin, I am, by laws of
my country, entitled to about thirty or forty spouses, though, owing to
natural timidity and economical reasons, I have not hitherto availed
myself of said privilege.</p>
<p>However, when that I was a little tiny boy, I was compelled by family
pressure to contract matrimony with an equally juvenile female of eight,
and, though circumstances have prevented the second ceremony being
celebrated on arriving at the more mature age of discretion, such infant
marriage is notwithstanding the binding affair.</p>
<p>What of it? Your overwhelming affection will render you totally
indifferent to the unpleasant side of your position as a <i>sateen</i> or
rival wife, though it is the antipode of the bed of roses, especially
under internecine feuds and perpetual snipsnaps with sundry aunts and
sisters-in-law of mine of rather nagging idiosyncracies. But ignorance
of language will probably blind your sensitive ears to the sneering and
ill-natured tone of their remarks.</p>
<p>I can only say that I am quite ready (if you
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_162" id="Page_162"></SPAN></span> insist upon it) to fulfil
my contract to best ability, and undertake the heavy burden which
Providence has, very injudiciously, saddled upon my feeble back. Mr
<span class="smcap">Chuckerbutty Ram</span>, of 15 Jubilee Terrace, Clapham, was present at my
first wedding, and will doubtless certify to same on application.</p>
<p>Ever yours faithfully and devotedly,</p>
<p class="txtright">H. B. J.</p>
<p>In writing the above, I was well aware that there is a strong prejudice
in the mind of European feminines in favour of monogamy, and my letter
(as will be seen by the intelligent reader) was rather cleverly composed
so as to shift the burden of breach of contract from my shoulders to
hers.</p>
<p>So that I rubbed my hands with gleeful jubilation on receiving her reply
that she was astounded with wonderment at the sublimity of my cheek in
supposing that she would play the subordinate fiddle to any native wife,
and that she had communicated with <span class="smcap">Chuckerbutty Ram</span>, Esq., and if my
statement <i>re</i> infant marriage (which at present she suspected to be a
mere spoof) proved correct, she would certainly decline my insulting
offer.</p>
<p>Now as it is the undeniable fact that I was wedded when a mere juvenile,
I shall save my brush from this near shave—provided that Mr
<span class="smcap">Chuckerbutty Ram</span> has received my tip in
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_163" id="Page_163"></SPAN></span> time and does not, like Hon'ble
<span class="smcap">Cummerbund</span>, go beyond his instructions.</p>
<p>But this is not reasonably probable, Baboo <span class="smcap">Chuckerbutty Ram</span> being a
tolerably discreet, subtle chap.</p>
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