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But O! 'tis sadd to think such bounties

Should meet with such return as this; O, Barring of Saint Bart, O, Countess

Grabrowski, and O, cruel Miss !

He married you at Bath’s fair Habby,

Saint Bart he treated like a sonAnd wasn't it uncommon shabby

To do what you have went and done!

My trembling And amost refewses

To write the charge which Sir John swore, Of which the Countess he ecuses,

Her daughter and her son-in-lore.

My Mews quite blushes as she sings of

The fatle charge which now I quote: He says Miss took his two best rings off,

And pawned 'em for a tenpun note.

“Is this the child of honest parince,

To make away with folks' best things ? Is this, pray, like the wives of Barrins,

To go and prig a gentleman's rings ? "

Thus thought Sir John, by anger wrought on,

And to rewenge his injured cause,
He brought them hup to Mr. Broughton,

Last Vensday veek as ever waws.

If guiltless, how she have been slandered!

If guilty, wengeance will not fail; Meanwhile, the lady is remanderd

And gev three hundred pouns in bail.

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ONE sees in Viteall Yard,

Vere pleacemen do resort ; A wenerable hinstitute,

'Tis call'd the Pallis Court. A gent as got his i on it,

I think 'twill make some sport.

The natur of this Court

My hindignation riles : A few fat legal spiders

Here set & spin their viles ; To rob the town theyr privlege is,

In a hayrea of twelve miles.

The Judge of this year Court

Is a mellitary beak,
He knows no more of Lor

Than praps he does of Greek,
And prowides hisself a deputy

Because he cannot speak.

Four counsel in this Court

Misnamed of Justice—sits; These lawyers owes their places to

Their money, not their wits;
And there's six attornies under them,

As here their living gits.

These lawyers, six and four,

Was a livin at their ease,
A sendin of their writs abowt,

And droring in the fees,
When their erose a cirkimstance

As is like to make a breeze.

It now is some monce since,

A gent both good and trew Possest an ansum oss vith vich

He didn know what to do: Peraps he did not like the oss,

Peraps he was a scru.

This gentleman his oss

At Tattersall’s did lodge; There came a wulgar oss-dealer,

This gentleman's name did fodge, And took the oss from Tattersall's :

Wasn that a artful dodge ?

One day this gentleman's groom

This willain did spy out, A mounted on this oss

A ridin him about; “Get out of that there oss, you rogue,”

Speaks up the groom so stout.

The thief was cruel whex'd

To find hisself so pinn'd; The oss began to whinny,

The honest groom he grinn'd; And the raskle thief got off the oss

And cut avay like vind.


And phansy with what joy

The master did regard
His dearly bluvd lost oss again

Trot in the stable yard !

Who was this master good

Of whomb I makes these rhymes ?
His name is Jacob Homnium, Exquire ;

And if I'd committed crimes,
Good Lord ! I wouldn't ave that mann

Attack me in the Times !

Now shortly after, the groomb

His master's oss did take up, There came a livery-man

This gentleman to wake up; And he handed in a little bill,

Which hanger'd Mr. Jacob.

For two pound seventeen

This livery-man eplied,
For the keep of Mr. Jacob's oss,

Which the thief had took to ride.
“Do you see anythink green in me ?”

Mr. Jacob Homnium cried.

“Because a raskle chews

My oss away to robb,
And goes tick at your Mews

For seven-and-fifty bobb,
Shall I be call'd to pay ?—It is

A iniquitious Jobb."

Thus Mr. Jacob cut

The conwasation short; The livery-man went ome,

Detummingd to ave sport, And summingsd Jacob Homnium, Exquire,

Into the Pallis Court.

Pore Jacob went to Court,

A Counsel for to fix,
And choose a barrister out of the four,

An attorney of the six ;
And there be sor these men of Lor,

And watch'd 'em at their tricks.

The dreadful day of trile

In the Pallis Court did come; The lawyers said their say,

The Judge look'd wery glum, And then the British Jury cast

Pore Jacob Hom-ni-um.

O a weary day was that

For Jacob to go through ; The debt was two seventeen,

(Which he no mor owed than you), And then there was the plaintives costs,

Eleven pound six and two.

And then there was his own,

Which the lawyers they did fix
At the wery moderit figgar

Of ten pound one and six.
Now Evins bless the Pallis Court,

And all its bold ver-dicks !

I cannot settingly tell

If Jacob swaw and cust,
At aving for to pay this sumb,

But I should think he must,
And av drawn a cheque for £24 4s. 8d.

With most igstreme disgust.

O Pallis Court, you move

My pitty most profound. A most emusing sport

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