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1795.17
On Mister Surgeon Thelwall
"Jack Bull"
The Tomahawk (October 27, 1795)
Poor Mister Thelwall[1] has exhausted
All his little stock of wit,
The fellow merits—to be hoisted;
So high he soars—to pick a bit.
He dealt with resurrection-men,
To make the Quick rise now he's at;
But sure we cannot wonder, when
The fellow is a Democrat!
If he would eat in peace his bread,
Why let him follow ancient thriving;
Go pick the BONES then of the dead
And not the POCKETS of the living!