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FRAGMENT,

Addressed to a Friend on the Circuit.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

You should sing
The robed Judge, majestically great,
Th'embroider'd Sheriff in his year of state;
In sable stoles array'd the Sons of Law;
The baited Witness, trembling in their paw:
The spruce Attorney's quick and busy glance;
The booted Client's dubious countenance;
The Moment big with hope, and doubt, and fear,
When the grave Jury, turning to the Chair,
Pronounce aloud th'irrevocable Say—
That takes a Shilling or a Life away. [OMITTED]