Now to the justice borne along,
In sullen majesty they go;
The place receives the motley throng,
And echoes to their hollo ho!
All mild amid the rout profane,
The justice solemn thus began:
"Forebear your knighthood thus to stain,
Revere the dignity of man.
The meanest trull has rights to plead,
Which wrong'd by cruelty or pride,
Draw vengeance on thy guilty head,
Howe'er by titles dignified."
Cold drops of sweat in many a trill,
Adown Earl Walter's temples fall,
And louder, louder, louder still,
The surly watch for vengeance call.
The right-hand stranger anxious pleads;
The clamours of the mob increase,
The riot act the justice reads,
And binds the Earl to keep the peace.
The court broke up, they sally out,
And raise a loud, a last huzza;
Then sneak'd away and hung his snout,
Each disappointed dog of law.
Muttering full many a curse, and fast
Homeward to slumber now they go;
Yet spite of all that now has passed,
You'll hear next night their hollo ho!
This is the Earl, and this his train,
That oft the awaken'd Cockney hears;
With rage he glows in every vein
When the wild din invades his ears.
The dreaming maid sighs sad and oft,
That she her visions must forego,
When waken'd from her slumbers soft,
She hears the cry of hollo ho!
Port Folio, III-44, Jan. 17, 1807, Phila.