ON THE SAME
THE JUDGE SPEAKS
I'm not the grandson of that ass Quin;[1]
Nor can you prove it, Mr. Pasquin.
My grandame had gallants by twenties,
And bore my mother by a 'prentice.
This when my grandsire knew, they tell us he
In Christ-Church cut his throat for jealousy.
And, since the alderman was mad you say,
Then I must be so too, ex traduce.
[Footnote 1: Alderman Quin, the judge's maternal grandfather, who cut his
throat in church.—W. E. B.]