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Garris v. Kemble.
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A true and particular report of the case, Harris v. Kemble, as not heard in the House of Lords, September 5, 1831.
Lord Mulgrave sat there,
With his fine head of hair,
While the Chancellor's look was so glum,
That on t'other side Plunket
Appeared much to funk it,
And Lyndhurst kept biting his thumb.
With his fine head of hair,
While the Chancellor's look was so glum,
That on t'other side Plunket
Appeared much to funk it,
And Lyndhurst kept biting his thumb.
In front Sir Edward,
His brief who had read hard,
Began to address these great men;
While behind, Mr. Pepys,
Sat drawing little ships
On the back of his brief with his pen.
His brief who had read hard,
Began to address these great men;
While behind, Mr. Pepys,
Sat drawing little ships
On the back of his brief with his pen.
Messrs. Pulman and Currie
Came up in a hurry,
In bag-wigs, knee-breeches, and swords,
As two gentlemen more
Set open a door,
And let in three queer-looking lords.
Came up in a hurry,
In bag-wigs, knee-breeches, and swords,
As two gentlemen more
Set open a door,
And let in three queer-looking lords.
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King Norroy, so great
In his tabard of state,
To the Chancellor then made a bow;
In a kind of a growl, he
Says, “Here's my Lord Cowley,
Who is come here to promise and vow!”
In his tabard of state,
To the Chancellor then made a bow;
In a kind of a growl, he
Says, “Here's my Lord Cowley,
Who is come here to promise and vow!”
Lord Brougham, for the Crown,
Says, “My lord, pray sit down,
You're quite welcome—I never dissemble.”
So Lord C., after that,
Puts on his cocked hat,
And goes and sits down near Miss Kemble.
Says, “My lord, pray sit down,
You're quite welcome—I never dissemble.”
So Lord C., after that,
Puts on his cocked hat,
And goes and sits down near Miss Kemble.
Then was heard a sad rout
In the lobby without,
As if twenty or more were a-talking;
And in came a summons,
“A message from the Commons!”
Says the Chancellor, “Pray let 'em walk in.”
In the lobby without,
As if twenty or more were a-talking;
And in came a summons,
“A message from the Commons!”
Says the Chancellor, “Pray let 'em walk in.”
Then Sir John Milly Doyle,
With a score more who toil
In committee, to wait longer scorning,
Came and said, “We agree
Mrs. Turton to free
From her husband. We wish you good morning.”
With a score more who toil
In committee, to wait longer scorning,
Came and said, “We agree
Mrs. Turton to free
From her husband. We wish you good morning.”
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“Then,” says my Lord Brougham,
“It's high time to go home;
Sir Edward, pray stop your red rag!”
Then Counsellor Pepys
Never opened his lips,
But popped his brief into his bag.
“It's high time to go home;
Sir Edward, pray stop your red rag!”
Then Counsellor Pepys
Never opened his lips,
But popped his brief into his bag.
Then Sugden, so sly,
Gave a wink with his eye,
And shut up his brief without sorrow,
Saying, “Earned with much ease,
This morning, my fees,
And hey for ten guineas to-morrow!”
Gave a wink with his eye,
And shut up his brief without sorrow,
Saying, “Earned with much ease,
This morning, my fees,
And hey for ten guineas to-morrow!”
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