Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1886-06-10
Original 2oettg.
Written for the Yorkville Enquirer,
THE RRU JUDGE.

LIE COftEeOI4 oODOI
Natmru lofece, e poi 9uppe la stampd.
By INGoMAR.
O., blasted forever and covered with shame
And infamy deep be his vile craven name!
May il blister the tongue like foul perjury,
And cursed be forever his vile progeny!
May his tongue in its casket soon rot and decay
And the light from eyes baleful fast fade away !
Nav his children be idiots! or his wife ne'er con-
ceive,
So such monsters the world may never more
grieve.
Great God just to think that most sacred Fame
The Temple of il stice-this wretch doth profane
With his carcass polluted, and judgment doth
Judgment said I? It's mockery rather; alas,
This modern Jeffrey's an ignorant topper
Whose decisions are sold for $50 much filthy
lucre.
His soul he would sell, but soul he has not,
For if ever he had one, it died of 'black rot"
O, why will legislators place on the Bench
A creature so foul?-Whose sight is a stencil
That banishes Justice from her sacred Fame
In who's presence 'twere mockery to mention
her name!
Ionorontiu stamps each line of his face,
And when Nature cast him she her mould did
deface:
She blushed at her work and said-Truth to tell
You'll meier see his equal except it's in Hell!
Nc more such foul monsters I'll make, Nature
said,
THEY'RE too foul to view,-the mould I will break;
And the mould she did crush as you'd crush an
egg-shell,
One such monster, she said, will suffice out of
He'll!
Then name not his name, let it tester and rot;
IT'S reeking with infamy in He'll twas begot
Let it pass from the mind like a dark, troubled
dream,
For of virtue it ne'er gave cen q Pickering CLEAN.
Corruption is stamped on his foul-visaged face
Like a curse and a blight on poor mortal race,
And ~"justice corrupted" rings out on the air
As the Temple Of Justice you're wont to draw
And the Goddess of Justice her head hangs with
When the Sheriff, with pageant, aloud doth pro-
That 'his Honor's' now ready justice to dis
pense;
But, alas g.! outraged Justice has flown from
thence;
She has folded her robes and fled in dismay
From the carton vulture she there stay
She cannot a moment such mockery endure,
For her fountains are brilliant, crystal and pure
The rich or the poor she knows only by name,
And she'd measure out Justice to both all the
same;
But this foul Gnome or Ghoul knows which is
which,
And in his DEGREES he will favor the rich.
O, cursed is the land, but more cursed is the
wretch
Whom 1 truly delineate in this short sketch.
May Hell's woes surround him with pain and
with fear,
For from sad hearts he's oft wrung a blistering
tear!
On the confines of space may Gnomes meet this
Ghoul,
For in Hells dread recess no Spirit more foul
A double damnation so richly deserves
On the confines of space may Gnomes meet this
Ghoul
And bury forever in He'll his black SOUL!
Nav Devils and Furies with wild hooking laugh
Present him a goblet and ask him to quaff
The seething white foam which thro' He'll floats
around,
Then pitch him in flames in which he'll ne'er be
drowned!
And tell him that Justice at lasts got her due,
AS they oceans of flame to his startled gaze shew
May he battle in it's sulph'rous fiery tide
Till his black soul is blistered cen on the inside
From his mouth may flames issue and forever
we'll
While he's b~listeriag and roasting way down
deep in He'll!
Then name not his name, let it tester and rot,
IT'S reeking with infamy in He'll twas begot!
COLUMBIA, S. c., 1886.