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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538699" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Damages, Two Hundred Pounds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Special Jurymen of England! who admire your country's laws,<br>And proclaim a British Jury worthy of the realm's applause;<br>Gayly compliment each other at the issue of a cause<br>Which was tried at Guildford 'sizes, this day week as ever was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unto that august tribunal comes a gentleman in grief,<br>(Special was the British Jury, and the Judge, the Baron Chief,)<br>Comes a British man and husband—asking of the law relief;<br>For his wife was stolen from him—he'd have vengeance on the thief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, his wife, the blessed treasure with the which his life was<br>crowned,<br>Wickedly was ravished from him by a hypocrite profound.<br>And he comes before twelve Britons, men for sense and truth renowned,<br>To award him for his damage, twenty hundred sterling pound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He by counsel and attorney there at Guildford does appear,<br>Asking damage of the villain who seduced his lady dear:<br>But I can't help asking, though the lady's guilt was all too clear,<br>And though guilty the defendant, wasn't the plaintiff rather queer?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First the lady's mother spoke, and said she'd seen her daughter cry<br>But a fortnight after marriage: early times for piping eye.<br>Six months after, things were worse, and the piping eye was black,<br>And this gallant British husband caned his wife upon the back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three months after they were married, husband pushed her to the door,<br>Told her to be off and leave him, for he wanted her no more.<br>As she would not go, why HE went: thrice he left his lady dear;<br>Left her, too, without a penny, for more than a quarter of a year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mrs. Frances Duncan knew the parties very well indeed,<br>She had seen him pull his lady's nose and make her lip to bleed;<br>If he chanced to sit at home not a single word he said:<br>Once she saw him throw the cover of a dish at his lady's head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sarah Green, another witness, clear did to the jury note<br>How she saw this honest fellow seize his lady by the throat,<br>How he cursed her and abused her, beating her into a fit,<br>Till the pitying next-door neighbors crossed the wall and witnessed it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next door to this injured Briton Mr. Owers a butcher dwelt;<br>Mrs. Owers's foolish heart towards this erring dame did melt;<br>(Not that she had erred as yet, crime was not developed in her),<br>But being left without a penny, Mrs. Owers supplied her dinner—<br>God be merciful to Mrs. Owers, who was merciful to this sinner!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caroline Naylor was their servant, said they led a wretched life,<br>Saw this most distinguished Briton fling a teacup at his wife;<br>He went out to balls and pleasures, and never once, in ten months'<br>space,<br>Sat with his wife or spoke her kindly. This was the defendant's<br>case.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pollock, C.B., charged the Jury; said the woman's guilt was clear:<br>That was not the point, however, which the Jury came to hear;<br>But the damage to determine which, as it should true appear,<br>This most tender-hearted husband, who so used his lady dear—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beat her, kicked her, caned her, cursed her, left her starving,<br>year by year,<br>Flung her from him, parted from her, wrung her neck, and boxed her<br>ear—<br>What the reasonable damage this afflicted man could claim,<br>By the loss of the affections of this guilty graceless dame?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the honest British Twelve, to each other turning round,<br>Laid their clever heads together with a wisdom most profound:<br>And towards his Lordship looking, spoke the foreman wise and sound;—<br>'My Lord, we find for this here plaintiff, damages two hundred<br>pound.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, God bless the Special Jury! pride and joy of English ground,<br>And the happy land of England, where true justice does abound!<br>British jurymen and husbands, let us hail this verdict proper:<br>If a British wife offends you, Britons, you've a right to whop her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though you promised to protect her, though you promised to defend her,<br>You are welcome to neglect her: to the devil you may send her:<br>You may strike her, curse, abuse her; so declares our law renowned;<br>And if after this you lose her,—why, you're paid two hundred pound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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Gayly compliment each other at the issue of a cause
Which was tried at Guildford 'sizes, this day week as ever was.

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