The Bottle of Wine and Butler.

A Rare Instance of Humanity!!!

IN THE CHARACTER OF

Lord John Townshend.

THE Wife of his Lordship's *Butler* lately *Lying-in*, the Man was induced to take Home a BOTTLE of WINE of his Lordship's, which was under his Care— This was deemed such an *enormous Breach of Trust*, and a CRIME of such *Magnitude*, that LORD JOHN TOWNSHEND immediately ordered the poor Man to be apprehended, and obtained a Warrant to search his House— where the WINE, alas! was found; and with all the Authority of Magistracy and Justice feized from the poor Woman, and conveyed in Triumph to Bow-Street; the Culprit underwent a long Examination, and the Fact not being denied, he was committed to Prison to take his Trial for this *heinous* Offence.

The Day of Retribution arrived, when his Lordship's *rigid Love of Justice* entirely overcame his *Humanity* and *Philanthropy*—for arrayed with all the *Malignity* of a *determined Revenge*, the Prosecution was vehemently purfued, and unfortunately terminated agreeable to the warmest Wishes of his Lordship's *feeling Heart*; and the poor Fellow, on Thursday last, received the feverest Punishment that could possibly be inflicted upon him—a *Publick Whipping* upon Clerkenwell Green!

The Situation of the *Wife* can be more justly conceived than is in the Power of Language to express!—But what is still worthy of Remark, LADY TOWNSHEND was LYING-IN at the very Time of the above extraordinary Occurrence.

Qu. To the worthy Electors of Westminster:

Is it possible that any *tender Regard* for the *Interests* of the *People* can exist in a Breast, which felt such unrelenting Rigour in a Cafe where the *Savage* would have been melted into *Kindness* and *Compassion*?