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Spirit of Peers and People; A National Tragi-Comedy

Spirit of Peers and People; A National Tragi-Comedy

Horne, Richard H.

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ISBN10: 1151404500
ISBN13: 9781151404503
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 30
Weight: 0.16
Height: 0.06 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1834 Excerpt: ... 1st, Shop. But how came you to get off so soon?--By bail, to a large amount, perhaps? Fat Jao_. To be sure, and my own recognizances to five times as much more. They know I shall be getting again into some scrape or other, before long--a dead robbery, you see. 2nd. Shop. But you said you grumbled as much on account of others as yourself: all this is about yourself only. Fat Jaq. Ah, Mr. Higgins! what I could tell you about the brutish conduct of the Babylonish magistrates towards poor people, would fill a volume--that ought to fill your eyes with tears, and the whole city with groans, as it does my heart with disgust, hatred, and execration. There, in a big-wigged court of injustice, I saw a poor girl committed to prison for trying to sell some nicknacks of her own making, in order to support her mother and four children besides herself: there, I saw a destitute woman, the wife of a soldier, to whom she was journeying, committed to prison, with her three hungry children, for being found huddled together, as she said, in the cold streets at night, having no bed to go to, or money to procure food; there, I saw thieving encouraged by the remorseless persecution of honest poverty;--there, I saw some hungry-looking boys ordered a sound flogging, partly for the trivial offence of stealing a pen'orth of apples, but chiefly to patronise some Jack in office--at the Old Belly, of course, because the fees for a flogging are treble there to what they are at ClerkmanVknell;--there I saw palpable nakedness and ghostly famine mocked at, and called mere cant, and sent to prison--except the miserable wretch besought the magistrate with agonised earnestness to be sent there, to escape starvation, and then the object was compelled to depart. No, Mr. Higgins; you mistake th...

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