The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1860-06-13
B. B. BLACKWELL, EDITOR.
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Death and the Lawyer.

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Death and the Lawyer.
A lawyer alone in his chamber lay,
Deserted and friendless, to die
lie knew that summons he must obey,
And he groaned with dreadful SIGH
He tossed and he turned, for his bosom burned
And his conscience began to gnaw;
And motions he made that his case eqdjourned
In hopes he might find out flaw.
Law Law Law from morning till dewy eve
And from evening till rosy morn,
Though the fatherless weep and the widow
grieve,
Or the poor grow weary and worn,
I've labored and battled life time through,
And its mazes have trodden we'll;
And what have I seen and helped to do,
The docket alone can tell.
For a fee have proved il lawful and right,
For The husband to beat the wife
And + have screened the villain who wreaket
his spite
On his innocent neighbour life,
I've parted the parent and doting child,
And the guileless broken of rest
And the prattling babe as it sweetly smiled,
I've torn from it's mother bseaat.
" Fond brother and sister, and son and sire,
I've made to quarrel for years,
And I've famed the fame that kindIed their ire
Till their cheeks ran scalding tears.
And virtue I've proved was a worthless toy
To the maiden or blooming bride;
And the vile seducer that snares to destroy,
I've raised on the wings of pride
"a foul-mouthed slanderer, with shiny tongue
I've guarded from day to day
Though have seen the soul of the spotless wrung
And the pure in heart decay,
And therns in the fowery path I've spread,
And woe where the hea't was glad
And have sown distrust in the marriage bed,
Till the wife went raving mad.
"The rich have brought to beggar' fate,
And the proud to the humber sphere;
And cringing slaves I've made of the great,
And the brave to quake with fear,
I've made jury of honest men
On their sacred oaths agree,
Though in right cold blood a murder was done
The murderer might go free.
Gan this have done for life of fame,
: And I've gathered great heaps of gold, ss
And far and near has my sounding name,
In prison and court been told,
Oh, mighty indeed is the law 1 love-
IT'S plant to such as I,
Though close and tangled its meshes are woye
And its wrath may terrify.
"For agrit and Summons and qrayyant and aGg7'
Demurrer and slotiee and plea,
And briefs and motions and orders all are
The slaves of the magic fee.
But my asfauA has been taken at last
In my prison I soon win be-
And judgment final upon me passed,
For want Of timely ptea.
"No notice Of trial need I expect,
But capias and arrest;
And death will bail for the limits reject,
And his process I can't contest,
No chance for qeac trial, exceptions, or ease,
For the judgment record is made,
And the transcript filed in that awful place
Where the claim and costs must be paid.
If nov a manaamus I could get
Or IN order to show some coafSe,
I'm sure 1 would find some loop-hols yet
To escape these horrible laws,
l know I could swear to merits enough,
And give a long notice to set qT
No doubt my conscience would be quite tough
With such good chance for get of.
g But listen alas there's Death at the door
I'm sure of my condemnation
0, how I wish 1 had pleaded before
With notice of jnstifeatiOn.'
And then he turned over to hide his head,
But death had him firmly fast;
He struggled in vain, and the last word he sal,
Was ''Not GniHyt" and life passed.
The neighbors came in, and there laid him out
In the room where he lived and died
And then bOltcd and barred the door without,
But the window opened wide
Next morn they went back, but wondrous to IL
Nobody, forsooth, was there,
But they said that an awful unearthly smell
Of sulphar was in the air.