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A FRIENDLY APOLOGY FOR A CERTAIN JUSTICE OF PEACE,
By Way of Defence of Hartley Hutchinson, Esq.
But he by bawling news about,
And aptly using brush and clout,
A justice of the peace became,
To punish rogues who do the same."Hud.
By JAMES BLACKWELL, Operator for the Feet.
I SING the man of courage try'd,
O'errun with ignorance and pride,
Who boldly hunted out disgrace
With canker'd mind and hideous face;
The first who made (let none deny it),
The libel-vending rogues be quiet.
The fact was glorious, we must own,
For Hartley was before unknown,
Contemn'd, I mean; — for who would choose
So vile a subject for the Muse?
'Twas once the noblest of his wishes
To fill his paunch with scraps from dishes,
For which he'd parch before the grate,
Or wind the jack's slow-rising weight,
(Such toils as best his talents fit)
Or polish shoes, or turn the spit;
But, unexpectedly grown rich in
'Squire Domvile's family and kitchen,
He pants to eternize his name,
And takes the dirty road to fame;
Believes that persecuting wit
Will prove the surest way to it;
So,
