Bad were his sentiments, his actions worse;
And when he mounted Newgate’s fatal drop,
He gave the hangman a tremendous curse,
And got from him—what he deserv’d—a rope.
The Spirit of the Public. Journals, Volume X. 1806.
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A Political Parody.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea;
Now to the Lords, see Jenky take his way,