The Pleader's Guide, a Didactic Poem, by J. Surrebutter, 2 Books - Softcover

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1796 Excerpt: ... LECTURE VI. Of Process again/I privileged Persons--Of the Distringas--Its physical and chirurgical Qualities--Process to Outlawry, and the Party's Appearance upon the Capias Utla GATUM. LlVES there a Senator unplac'd, Already ruin'd and disgrac'd, A Legislator who retires Before his Privilege expires, Sans House, fans Land, fans Goods and Chattels, Or party friend to fight his battles? No writ his footsteps can detain, No process can his Skin distrain, And though a sudden Dissolution, Might fit him for an Execution, Twere best a prudent course to take, And spare him for his Country's sake, For could a Member's (kin when dried Make Parchment like 1 John Zisca's hide, Would it not savour os extortion Should ev'ry Lawyer take his portion? Great heroes howsoe'er inclin'd To harass and destroy mankind, Ne'er flesh the steel, or roll the thunder, Without some hopes of fame and plunder, And Lawyers who no less delight in The Trade of quarrelling and fighting, Should be as kind and tender hearted To those who with their Casti have parted, Ne'er from the paths of Honor swerve, But hold compassion in reserve, And where they see no hopes of booty Abate the rigour of their duty. Tis true, there are, in whom you'll find Birth, splendor, pride, and meanness join'd, 1 John Zisca--This anecdote of John Zisca is recorded in Mr. Burke's celebrated letter to the Duke of Bedford, which leaves little room to doubt but that this very eminent and ingenious writer must have obtained a sight of Mr. Surrebutter's Professional Lectures in the original M. S. Who Writs by Privilege elude, Yet labour for the public Good, Against a Nation s debts inveigh, Yet scorn a Tradesman's bill to pay, Who pains and penalties create For grand Defaulters in the State, Yet fain would Tcape the Sherif...