The Pettifogger,
Written in Westminster Hall, during the long Vacation
of 1812, and addressed to a
Little Attorney!
The courts are shut, departed every Judge,
Each greedy lawyer gripes the double fee,
In doleful mood, the suitors homeward trudge,
And leave the hall, to silence, and to me.
Now, not a Barrister attracts the sight,
And all the dome, a solemn stillness holds,
Save, at the entrance, where with all her might,