But, after all what
injury have you sustained ?
injury have you sustained ?
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Dr.
Jackson, was " part editor of a Newspaper," and one of the promoters of the infamous charge that darkened the latter days of the comedian.
Two of the characters in his drama of The Knights, Sir Gregory Gazette and Hartop, carry on a conversation about Newspapers ; and in the comedy of The Liar, Papillon says, "Well, to be sure, he is a great master ; it is a
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some public service. I think the Government should employ him to answer the Brussels Gazette :" on this the editor, Jon Bee (J. Badcock), notes :— " This paper was a password for lies, printed or oral, the press of that famous city being under the control of the Austrian archdukes. " An expose1 of Jackson's * character is given in the second act of The Capuchin
and other references to the Papers will be found scattered through Foote's dramas. The first act of The Patron gives a scene between two members of Foote's world of letters : —
What ! I suppose you forget your garret in Wine Office Court, when you furnished paragraphs to the Farthing Post at 12d. a dozen. Then did not I get you made collector of casualties to the Whitehall and St. James's ? But that post your laziness lost you. Gentlemen, he never brought them a robbery till the highwayman was going to be hanged, a birth till the christening was over, nor a death till the hatchment was up. And now, because he has got a little in flesh by being puff to the playhouse this winter, he is as proud and as vain as Voltaire. But the vacation will come, and then, I shall have him sneaking, and cringing, and hanging about me, begging a bit of translation.
Dactyl. I beg for translation ?
Puff.
No, no, not aline: not ifyou would do it at 2d. a sheet. No boiled beef and carrots at mornings, no more cold pudding and porter ; you may take your leave of my shop.
* Jackson is spoken of by Foote as having been clerk to the Moravian Mission House in Old Jewry, and afterwards the writer of scandalous paragraphs for a Newspaper, subsequently to which he resided with the Duchess of Kingston, and is said to have been " one of her cabinet council. " This disreputable and unfortunate scribbler fell into poverty, went over to Ireland, and there joined in the rebel lion of 1797 ; was taken prisoner, and condemned to be hanged. He escaped the gibbet by taking poison whilst under sentence, the persons tried with him being all publicly hanged.
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Another character in the same drama, Mr. Rust, threatens to " paragraph Sir Thomas Lofty in all the
A scandalous Newspaper paragraph enters into the composition of the plot of The Bankrupt; and, in the third act of that play, we are thus intro duced to a Newspaper editor's room, as sketched by Foote :—
SCENE—A Printer's.
Margin discovered, with Newspapers, Account Books, fyc.
Mar. September the 9th. Sold twelve hundred and thirty. June the 20th. Two thousand and six. Good increase for the time, considering, too, that the winter has been pretty pacific : dabbled but little in treasons, and not remarkably scurrilous, unless, indeed, in a few personal cases. We must season higher to keep up the demand. Writers in Journals, like rope- dancers, to engage the public attention must venture their necks every step they take. The pleasure people feel, arises from the risks that we run—what's the matter ?
Enter Dingey.
Din. Mr Hyson has left the answer to his last letter on East India affairs.
Mar. A lazy rascal : now his letter is forgot, he comes with an answer. Besides, the subject is stale. Return it again. Are all our people in waiting ?
Din. The Attorney General to the Paper, that answers the law cases, is not come yet.
Mar. Oh, that's Ben Bone'em, the bailiff; prudently done ; perhaps he has a writ against one of our authors. Bid them en ter, and call over their names.
Din. Walk in, gentlemen.
Enter Pepper, Plaster, Rumour, Forge'em, Fibber, Comma, Caustic, O'Flam, and others.
Din. Politicians, pro and con. — Messieurs Pepper and Plaster.
Pep. and Pla. Here.
Papers. "
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Mar. Pepper and Plaster, as both the Houses are up, I shall adjourn your political warfare till their meeting again.
Pep. Don't you think the public would bear one skirmish
more before we close the campaign ? my hand.
I have a trimmer here in
Pla. To which I have as tart a retort.
Mar. No, no : enough for the present. It Plaster, the proper timing the subject that gives success to our labours. The conductor of Newspaper, like good cook, should always serve things in their season who eats oysters in June Plays and Parliament Houses are winter provisions.
Pep. Then half the satire and salt will be lost besides, if the great man should happen to die, or go out.
Mar. Pshaw will do as well for the great man that comes in. Political Papers should bear vamping, like sermons change but the application and text, and they will suit all per sons and seasons.
Pla. True enough but, mean time, what can we turn to for we shall be quite out of work
Mar. warrant you, you are not idle, there's business enough; the press teems with fresh publications —Histories, translations, voyages —
Pep. That take up as much time to read as to make.
Mar. And, what with letters from Paris or Spa, inun dations, elopements, dismal effects of thunder and lightning, remarkable causes at country assizes, and with changing the ministry now and then, you will have employment enough for the summer.
Pla. And so enter upon our old trade in the winter.
Mar. Ay or, for variety, as must be tiresome to take always one side, you, Pepper, may go over to administration, and Plaster will join opposition. The novelty may, perhaps, give fresh spirits to both.
Pep. With all my heart. A bold writer has now no encouragement to sharpen his pen. have known the day
when there was no difficulty in getting a lodging in Newgate but now, all can say wo 'nt procure me a warrant from Westminster justice.
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Mar. You say right, hard times, master Pepper, for perse cution is the very life and soul of our trade ; but don't despair, who knows how soon matters may mend ? Gentlemen, you
may draw back. Read the next.
Din. Critics—Thomas Comma and Christopher Caustic. Mar. Where are they ?
Din. As you could not find them in constant employment,
they are engaged by the great to do the articles in the Monthly Reviews.
Mar. I thought they were done by Dr. Doubtful, the deist.
Din. Formerly, but now he deals in manuscript sermons, and writes religious essays for one of the Journals.
Mar. Then he will soon sink. I foresaw what would come of his dramming. Go on.
Din. Collectors of paragraphs —Roger Rumour and Phelim O'Flam.
Ru. and O'Flam. Here.
Din. Fibber and Forge 'em, composers and makers of ditto. Fib. and Forge. Here.
Mar. Well, Rumour, what have you brought for the press ? Ru. I have been able to bring you no positives.
Mar. How ! no positives ?
Ru. Not one. I have a probability from the court end of
the town ; and two good supposes out of the city.
Mar. Hand them here— [reads} : " It is probable that, if the King of Prussia should join the Czarina, France will send a fleet into the Mediterranean, which, by giving umbrage to the
maritime powers, will involve Spain, by its family compact : to which, if Austria should refuse to accede, there may be a powerful diversion in Poland, made conjunctly by Sweden and
Denmark. And if Sardinia and Sicily abide by the treaties, the German Princes can never be neuter ; Italy will become the seat of war, and all Europe be soon set in a flame. " Vastly well, Master Rumour, finely confused, and very alarming. Dingey, give him a shilling for this. I hope no other Paper has got it ?
Ru. O, fy, did you ever know me guilty of such a
Mar. True, true ; now let us see your supposes —[reads] :
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" It is supposed, if Alderman Mango should surrender his gown he will be succeeded by Mr. Deputy Drylips, and if my Lord Mayor should continue ill of the gout, it is supposed the swan-hopping will cease for this season. " That last suppose is fudged in ; why would you cram these upon me for a couple ?
Ru. As distinct as can be.
Mar. Fy, remember our bargain. You agreed to do the Court of Alderman always for sixpence.
Ru. What, if a Common Hall should be called ?
Mar. Oh! then you are to have three-pence a motion, I
I am sure no gentleman can accuse me of
know that very well :
being sneaking. Dingey, give him sixpence for his supposes. Well, Phelim O 'Flam, any deaths in your district ?
O 'Flam. The devil a one. Mar. How! none?
O 'Flam. O, yes, a parcel of nobodies, that died worth nothing at all ; fellows that can't pay for a funeral. Upon my conscience I can 't think what becomes of the folks ; for my part, I believe all the people who live in town fall down dead in the country ; and then, too, since Doctor Despatch is gone to Bath, patients linger so long.
Mar. Indeed !
O 'Flam. To be sure they do. Why, I waited at the Jolly
Topers a matter of two days and a half for the last breath of Lady Dy Dropsy, for fear some other collector should catch it.
Mar. A long time, indeed.
O 'Flam. Wasn 't it, considering that she had two consulta
tions besides, devilish tough? Mr. Margin, I shall quit the mortality walk, so provide yourself as soon as you can.
Mar. I hope not.
O'Flam. Why, what will I do? I am sure the deaths
wo 'nt keep me alive ; you see I am already stripped to my shroud ; since November, the suicide season, I have not got salt
to my porridge.
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Sir Tho. Is your name Matthew Margin ? Mar. It is, and what then ?
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Sir Tho. Then, pray, what right had you to kill me in your
last Saturday's Paper ?
Mar. Kill you !
Sir Tho. Ay, Sir, here the article is : surely the law has
some punishment for such insolent rascals as you !
Mar. Punishment! and for what?
But, after all what
injury have you sustained ?
Sir Tho. Infinite. All my agents are come post out of the
country, my house is crowded with cousins, to be present at the opening of my will, and there has been (as it is known she has a very good jointure) no less than three proposals of marriage
already made to my relict.
Mar. Let me look at the paragraph, [reads] : " Last night,
after eating a hearty supper, died suddenly, with his mouth full of custard, Sir Thomas Tradewell, knight, an amiable companion, an affectionate relation, and a friend to the poor. " — O'Flam, this is some blunder of yours ; for you see, here the gentleman is, and alive.
O 'Flam. So he says, but the devil a one in this case would I believe but himself; because why, I was told it by Jeremy
his own body chairman, my dear ! and, by the same token I treated him with a pint of porter for the good news. Sir Tho. Vastly obliged to you, Mr. O 'Flam, but I have nothing to do with this wretched fellow ; it is you, Margin,
shall answer for this.
Mar. Why, Sir Thomas, it is impossible but now and then
we must kill a man by mistake. And, in some measure, to make amends, you see what a good character the Paper has given you.
Mar. Ay, sir, I can tell you I have had a crown for putting in many a worse.
O 'Flam. Ay, Sir Thomas, consider of that, only think what a comfort it is to live long enough after you are dead to read such a good account of yourself in the Paper.
OTurlough,
Sir Tho. Character !
Sir Tho. Ha! ha! ha! what a ridiculous rascal! ButI would advise you, gentlemen, not to take such liberties with me
for the future.
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0 'Flam. Indeed, and we wo 'nt ; and I here give Mr Mar gin my word, that you shan't die again as long as you live, unless, indeed, we get it from under your own hand.
Enter Sir Robert Riscounter and Sir James Biddulph.
Sir Rob. Where is this Margin, this impudent, rascally printer ?
Mar. Hey day ! What's the matter now ?
Sir. J. Curb your choler, Sir Robert.
Sir Rob. A pretty fellow, indeed, that every man's and
woman's reputation must be subject to the power of his poison ous pen. '
Sir J. A little patience, Sir Robert. I will maintain it, the
Sir Rob. A land of liberty this !
tyranny exercised by that fellow and those of his tribe is more despotic and galling than the most absolute monarch's in Asia.
Sir J. Well, but
Sir Rob. Their thrones claim a right only over your persons and property, whilst this mongrel, squatting upon his joint stool, by a single line, proscribes and ruins your reputation at once.
Sir J. Sir Robert, let me crave
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Sir Rob. And no situation is secure from their insults. I
wonder every man is not afraid to peep into a Paper as it is more than probable he may meet with a paragraph that will make him unhappy for the rest of his life.
Mar. But, gentlemen, what is all this business about ?
Sir Rob. About ? my daughter ?
Zounds, sir, what right had you to ruin
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Sir J. There no occasion for that, the affair so recent
dare say the gentleman will remember the passage this, sir, the banker, the father, with whose daughter you was pleased
to take those insolent freedoms this morning.
Sir Rob. And this, sir, the amiable baronet, from the west
end of the town.
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any paragraphs to contradict the report, I am ready to insert them directly.
Sir Rob. And so, you rascal, you want us to furnish fresh food for your Paper.
Mar. I do all I can to keep my scales even ; the charge hangs heavy here ; on the other side you may throw in the defence, then see which will weigh down the other.
Sir Rob. Indeed, Sir James Biddulph, if he does that —
Sir J. That ! Can that paltry expedient atone for his crime ? Will the snow that is sullied recover its lustre ? So tender and delicate, Sir Robert, is the fame of a lady, that, once tainted, it is tarnished for ever.
Sir Rob. True enough.
Mar. I could bear no ill-will to your daughter, as I know nothing about her.
Sir Rob. Indeed, Sir James, I do n't see how he could.
Sir J. Is his being the instrument of another man's malice a sufficient excuse ?
Sir Rob. So far from that enhances the guilt. Zounds, Sir James, you are a Parliament man, why don't you put an end to the practice
Mar. Ay, let them attack the press,
Sir Rob. Have care of that no, no, that must not be done.
Sir J. No man, Sir Robert, honours that sacred shield of freedom more than myself.
Sir Rob. dare say.
Sir J. But would not have serve to shelter these pests, who point their poisoned arrows against the peace of man kind.
Sir Rob. By no means in the world. Let them be dragged from behind directly.
Mar. Ay, do destroy the watchful dogs that guard and cover your flocks
Sir J. You guard You cover
Mar. Ay, who but us alarm the nation when bad designs are on foot
Sir Rob. In that respect, they are very useful, no doubt.
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Sir J. Are they, therefore, entitled to give the alarm, when no such design is intended ?
Sir Sob. By no means. A pack of factious, infamous scoundrels !
Mar. It is we that supply the defects of the laws.
Sir J. You !
Mar. By stigmatizing those offenders that they cannot
reach.
Sir Sob. That, indeed, serves to keep the guilty in awe. Sir J. And is a pretence for making the innocent the butts
of their malice.
Sir Sob. True, true ; all is fish that comes to their nets.
Sir J. Besides, their slander is scattered so generally, and
with so little discretion, that the deformity of vice is destroyed. Sir Sob. True.
Sir J. Bad men are made worse by becoming totally callous,
and even the good rendered careless to that source of patriotism, that pride of virtue, the public opinion.
Sir Rob. And they are much in the right on 't.
Mar. What, you are a courtier, I reckon ; no wonder you wish the press was demolished.
Sir J. If ever that happens, to such miscreants as you it will be owing ; nor will it surprise me, if all orders concur, to give up a great public benefit for the sake and security of private honour and peace.
Sir Rob. Nor me neither.
Mar. You would consent, then, to surrender the press. Sir Sob. I would sooner consent to be hanged.
Sir J. And its unbounded licence continue ?
Sir Sob. I would much rather see it on fire.
Mar. With respect to its general use
Sir Sob. Not the smallest doubt can be made.
Sir J. But, Sir Robert, then the abuse
Sir Sob. Is what no mortal can bear.
Mar. But, Sir Robert, you would but just now
Sir Sob. I confess did.
Sir J. Ay, but that was, Sir Robert, because
Sir Sob. For no other reason in life.
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Mar. My observation you allowed to be Sir Rob. Pointed.
Sir J. And my reply
Sir Rob. Conclusive as could be.
Mar. But then
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Sir Rob. Sir J. Sir Rob. (yFlam.
To be sure. Because why.
You are quite in the right.
Upon my soul, they have got the old gentleman
into such puzzleation, that I don't believe he knows what he wishes himself. Stand by, and let me clear up this matter a little. Harkee, Mr. Sir Robert, if I understand your meaning at all, it is, that, provided people could be prevented from pub lishing, you are willing that the press should be free.
Sir Rob. That was my meaning, no doubt.
(yFlam.
Sir Rob. (yFlam.
Sir Rob, CfFlam
Upon my conscience, and nothing but reason. There, I believe, we are all of us agreed. How seldom would people differ if once we could get them to be all of a mind ! And now this difference is whole and composed, let me try if I can't make up the other. I understand here, old gentleman, you have had a daughter abused.
Most foully.
And you want to know who was the author ?
That was my sole business here.
Then why could not you say so at first, without
all this bothering and bawling ? Well, Master Margin, come, give the old buck satisfaction.
thousand pities his genius could not be converted to
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some public service. I think the Government should employ him to answer the Brussels Gazette :" on this the editor, Jon Bee (J. Badcock), notes :— " This paper was a password for lies, printed or oral, the press of that famous city being under the control of the Austrian archdukes. " An expose1 of Jackson's * character is given in the second act of The Capuchin
and other references to the Papers will be found scattered through Foote's dramas. The first act of The Patron gives a scene between two members of Foote's world of letters : —
What ! I suppose you forget your garret in Wine Office Court, when you furnished paragraphs to the Farthing Post at 12d. a dozen. Then did not I get you made collector of casualties to the Whitehall and St. James's ? But that post your laziness lost you. Gentlemen, he never brought them a robbery till the highwayman was going to be hanged, a birth till the christening was over, nor a death till the hatchment was up. And now, because he has got a little in flesh by being puff to the playhouse this winter, he is as proud and as vain as Voltaire. But the vacation will come, and then, I shall have him sneaking, and cringing, and hanging about me, begging a bit of translation.
Dactyl. I beg for translation ?
Puff.
No, no, not aline: not ifyou would do it at 2d. a sheet. No boiled beef and carrots at mornings, no more cold pudding and porter ; you may take your leave of my shop.
* Jackson is spoken of by Foote as having been clerk to the Moravian Mission House in Old Jewry, and afterwards the writer of scandalous paragraphs for a Newspaper, subsequently to which he resided with the Duchess of Kingston, and is said to have been " one of her cabinet council. " This disreputable and unfortunate scribbler fell into poverty, went over to Ireland, and there joined in the rebel lion of 1797 ; was taken prisoner, and condemned to be hanged. He escaped the gibbet by taking poison whilst under sentence, the persons tried with him being all publicly hanged.
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Another character in the same drama, Mr. Rust, threatens to " paragraph Sir Thomas Lofty in all the
A scandalous Newspaper paragraph enters into the composition of the plot of The Bankrupt; and, in the third act of that play, we are thus intro duced to a Newspaper editor's room, as sketched by Foote :—
SCENE—A Printer's.
Margin discovered, with Newspapers, Account Books, fyc.
Mar. September the 9th. Sold twelve hundred and thirty. June the 20th. Two thousand and six. Good increase for the time, considering, too, that the winter has been pretty pacific : dabbled but little in treasons, and not remarkably scurrilous, unless, indeed, in a few personal cases. We must season higher to keep up the demand. Writers in Journals, like rope- dancers, to engage the public attention must venture their necks every step they take. The pleasure people feel, arises from the risks that we run—what's the matter ?
Enter Dingey.
Din. Mr Hyson has left the answer to his last letter on East India affairs.
Mar. A lazy rascal : now his letter is forgot, he comes with an answer. Besides, the subject is stale. Return it again. Are all our people in waiting ?
Din. The Attorney General to the Paper, that answers the law cases, is not come yet.
Mar. Oh, that's Ben Bone'em, the bailiff; prudently done ; perhaps he has a writ against one of our authors. Bid them en ter, and call over their names.
Din. Walk in, gentlemen.
Enter Pepper, Plaster, Rumour, Forge'em, Fibber, Comma, Caustic, O'Flam, and others.
Din. Politicians, pro and con. — Messieurs Pepper and Plaster.
Pep. and Pla. Here.
Papers. "
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Mar. Pepper and Plaster, as both the Houses are up, I shall adjourn your political warfare till their meeting again.
Pep. Don't you think the public would bear one skirmish
more before we close the campaign ? my hand.
I have a trimmer here in
Pla. To which I have as tart a retort.
Mar. No, no : enough for the present. It Plaster, the proper timing the subject that gives success to our labours. The conductor of Newspaper, like good cook, should always serve things in their season who eats oysters in June Plays and Parliament Houses are winter provisions.
Pep. Then half the satire and salt will be lost besides, if the great man should happen to die, or go out.
Mar. Pshaw will do as well for the great man that comes in. Political Papers should bear vamping, like sermons change but the application and text, and they will suit all per sons and seasons.
Pla. True enough but, mean time, what can we turn to for we shall be quite out of work
Mar. warrant you, you are not idle, there's business enough; the press teems with fresh publications —Histories, translations, voyages —
Pep. That take up as much time to read as to make.
Mar. And, what with letters from Paris or Spa, inun dations, elopements, dismal effects of thunder and lightning, remarkable causes at country assizes, and with changing the ministry now and then, you will have employment enough for the summer.
Pla. And so enter upon our old trade in the winter.
Mar. Ay or, for variety, as must be tiresome to take always one side, you, Pepper, may go over to administration, and Plaster will join opposition. The novelty may, perhaps, give fresh spirits to both.
Pep. With all my heart. A bold writer has now no encouragement to sharpen his pen. have known the day
when there was no difficulty in getting a lodging in Newgate but now, all can say wo 'nt procure me a warrant from Westminster justice.
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Mar. You say right, hard times, master Pepper, for perse cution is the very life and soul of our trade ; but don't despair, who knows how soon matters may mend ? Gentlemen, you
may draw back. Read the next.
Din. Critics—Thomas Comma and Christopher Caustic. Mar. Where are they ?
Din. As you could not find them in constant employment,
they are engaged by the great to do the articles in the Monthly Reviews.
Mar. I thought they were done by Dr. Doubtful, the deist.
Din. Formerly, but now he deals in manuscript sermons, and writes religious essays for one of the Journals.
Mar. Then he will soon sink. I foresaw what would come of his dramming. Go on.
Din. Collectors of paragraphs —Roger Rumour and Phelim O'Flam.
Ru. and O'Flam. Here.
Din. Fibber and Forge 'em, composers and makers of ditto. Fib. and Forge. Here.
Mar. Well, Rumour, what have you brought for the press ? Ru. I have been able to bring you no positives.
Mar. How ! no positives ?
Ru. Not one. I have a probability from the court end of
the town ; and two good supposes out of the city.
Mar. Hand them here— [reads} : " It is probable that, if the King of Prussia should join the Czarina, France will send a fleet into the Mediterranean, which, by giving umbrage to the
maritime powers, will involve Spain, by its family compact : to which, if Austria should refuse to accede, there may be a powerful diversion in Poland, made conjunctly by Sweden and
Denmark. And if Sardinia and Sicily abide by the treaties, the German Princes can never be neuter ; Italy will become the seat of war, and all Europe be soon set in a flame. " Vastly well, Master Rumour, finely confused, and very alarming. Dingey, give him a shilling for this. I hope no other Paper has got it ?
Ru. O, fy, did you ever know me guilty of such a
Mar. True, true ; now let us see your supposes —[reads] :
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" It is supposed, if Alderman Mango should surrender his gown he will be succeeded by Mr. Deputy Drylips, and if my Lord Mayor should continue ill of the gout, it is supposed the swan-hopping will cease for this season. " That last suppose is fudged in ; why would you cram these upon me for a couple ?
Ru. As distinct as can be.
Mar. Fy, remember our bargain. You agreed to do the Court of Alderman always for sixpence.
Ru. What, if a Common Hall should be called ?
Mar. Oh! then you are to have three-pence a motion, I
I am sure no gentleman can accuse me of
know that very well :
being sneaking. Dingey, give him sixpence for his supposes. Well, Phelim O 'Flam, any deaths in your district ?
O 'Flam. The devil a one. Mar. How! none?
O 'Flam. O, yes, a parcel of nobodies, that died worth nothing at all ; fellows that can't pay for a funeral. Upon my conscience I can 't think what becomes of the folks ; for my part, I believe all the people who live in town fall down dead in the country ; and then, too, since Doctor Despatch is gone to Bath, patients linger so long.
Mar. Indeed !
O 'Flam. To be sure they do. Why, I waited at the Jolly
Topers a matter of two days and a half for the last breath of Lady Dy Dropsy, for fear some other collector should catch it.
Mar. A long time, indeed.
O 'Flam. Wasn 't it, considering that she had two consulta
tions besides, devilish tough? Mr. Margin, I shall quit the mortality walk, so provide yourself as soon as you can.
Mar. I hope not.
O'Flam. Why, what will I do? I am sure the deaths
wo 'nt keep me alive ; you see I am already stripped to my shroud ; since November, the suicide season, I have not got salt
to my porridge.
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Sir Tho. Is your name Matthew Margin ? Mar. It is, and what then ?
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Sir Tho. Then, pray, what right had you to kill me in your
last Saturday's Paper ?
Mar. Kill you !
Sir Tho. Ay, Sir, here the article is : surely the law has
some punishment for such insolent rascals as you !
Mar. Punishment! and for what?
But, after all what
injury have you sustained ?
Sir Tho. Infinite. All my agents are come post out of the
country, my house is crowded with cousins, to be present at the opening of my will, and there has been (as it is known she has a very good jointure) no less than three proposals of marriage
already made to my relict.
Mar. Let me look at the paragraph, [reads] : " Last night,
after eating a hearty supper, died suddenly, with his mouth full of custard, Sir Thomas Tradewell, knight, an amiable companion, an affectionate relation, and a friend to the poor. " — O'Flam, this is some blunder of yours ; for you see, here the gentleman is, and alive.
O 'Flam. So he says, but the devil a one in this case would I believe but himself; because why, I was told it by Jeremy
his own body chairman, my dear ! and, by the same token I treated him with a pint of porter for the good news. Sir Tho. Vastly obliged to you, Mr. O 'Flam, but I have nothing to do with this wretched fellow ; it is you, Margin,
shall answer for this.
Mar. Why, Sir Thomas, it is impossible but now and then
we must kill a man by mistake. And, in some measure, to make amends, you see what a good character the Paper has given you.
Mar. Ay, sir, I can tell you I have had a crown for putting in many a worse.
O 'Flam. Ay, Sir Thomas, consider of that, only think what a comfort it is to live long enough after you are dead to read such a good account of yourself in the Paper.
OTurlough,
Sir Tho. Character !
Sir Tho. Ha! ha! ha! what a ridiculous rascal! ButI would advise you, gentlemen, not to take such liberties with me
for the future.
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0 'Flam. Indeed, and we wo 'nt ; and I here give Mr Mar gin my word, that you shan't die again as long as you live, unless, indeed, we get it from under your own hand.
Enter Sir Robert Riscounter and Sir James Biddulph.
Sir Rob. Where is this Margin, this impudent, rascally printer ?
Mar. Hey day ! What's the matter now ?
Sir. J. Curb your choler, Sir Robert.
Sir Rob. A pretty fellow, indeed, that every man's and
woman's reputation must be subject to the power of his poison ous pen. '
Sir J. A little patience, Sir Robert. I will maintain it, the
Sir Rob. A land of liberty this !
tyranny exercised by that fellow and those of his tribe is more despotic and galling than the most absolute monarch's in Asia.
Sir J. Well, but
Sir Rob. Their thrones claim a right only over your persons and property, whilst this mongrel, squatting upon his joint stool, by a single line, proscribes and ruins your reputation at once.
Sir J. Sir Robert, let me crave
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Sir Rob. And no situation is secure from their insults. I
wonder every man is not afraid to peep into a Paper as it is more than probable he may meet with a paragraph that will make him unhappy for the rest of his life.
Mar. But, gentlemen, what is all this business about ?
Sir Rob. About ? my daughter ?
Zounds, sir, what right had you to ruin
Mar. I
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daughter.
Paper.
Sir J. There no occasion for that, the affair so recent
dare say the gentleman will remember the passage this, sir, the banker, the father, with whose daughter you was pleased
to take those insolent freedoms this morning.
Sir Rob. And this, sir, the amiable baronet, from the west
end of the town.
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any paragraphs to contradict the report, I am ready to insert them directly.
Sir Rob. And so, you rascal, you want us to furnish fresh food for your Paper.
Mar. I do all I can to keep my scales even ; the charge hangs heavy here ; on the other side you may throw in the defence, then see which will weigh down the other.
Sir Rob. Indeed, Sir James Biddulph, if he does that —
Sir J. That ! Can that paltry expedient atone for his crime ? Will the snow that is sullied recover its lustre ? So tender and delicate, Sir Robert, is the fame of a lady, that, once tainted, it is tarnished for ever.
Sir Rob. True enough.
Mar. I could bear no ill-will to your daughter, as I know nothing about her.
Sir Rob. Indeed, Sir James, I do n't see how he could.
Sir J. Is his being the instrument of another man's malice a sufficient excuse ?
Sir Rob. So far from that enhances the guilt. Zounds, Sir James, you are a Parliament man, why don't you put an end to the practice
Mar. Ay, let them attack the press,
Sir Rob. Have care of that no, no, that must not be done.
Sir J. No man, Sir Robert, honours that sacred shield of freedom more than myself.
Sir Rob. dare say.
Sir J. But would not have serve to shelter these pests, who point their poisoned arrows against the peace of man kind.
Sir Rob. By no means in the world. Let them be dragged from behind directly.
Mar. Ay, do destroy the watchful dogs that guard and cover your flocks
Sir J. You guard You cover
Mar. Ay, who but us alarm the nation when bad designs are on foot
Sir Rob. In that respect, they are very useful, no doubt.
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Sir J. Are they, therefore, entitled to give the alarm, when no such design is intended ?
Sir Sob. By no means. A pack of factious, infamous scoundrels !
Mar. It is we that supply the defects of the laws.
Sir J. You !
Mar. By stigmatizing those offenders that they cannot
reach.
Sir Sob. That, indeed, serves to keep the guilty in awe. Sir J. And is a pretence for making the innocent the butts
of their malice.
Sir Sob. True, true ; all is fish that comes to their nets.
Sir J. Besides, their slander is scattered so generally, and
with so little discretion, that the deformity of vice is destroyed. Sir Sob. True.
Sir J. Bad men are made worse by becoming totally callous,
and even the good rendered careless to that source of patriotism, that pride of virtue, the public opinion.
Sir Rob. And they are much in the right on 't.
Mar. What, you are a courtier, I reckon ; no wonder you wish the press was demolished.
Sir J. If ever that happens, to such miscreants as you it will be owing ; nor will it surprise me, if all orders concur, to give up a great public benefit for the sake and security of private honour and peace.
Sir Rob. Nor me neither.
Mar. You would consent, then, to surrender the press. Sir Sob. I would sooner consent to be hanged.
Sir J. And its unbounded licence continue ?
Sir Sob. I would much rather see it on fire.
Mar. With respect to its general use
Sir Sob. Not the smallest doubt can be made.
Sir J. But, Sir Robert, then the abuse
Sir Sob. Is what no mortal can bear.
Mar. But, Sir Robert, you would but just now
Sir Sob. I confess did.
Sir J. Ay, but that was, Sir Robert, because
Sir Sob. For no other reason in life.
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Mar. My observation you allowed to be Sir Rob. Pointed.
Sir J. And my reply
Sir Rob. Conclusive as could be.
Mar. But then
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Sir Rob. Sir J. Sir Rob. (yFlam.
To be sure. Because why.
You are quite in the right.
Upon my soul, they have got the old gentleman
into such puzzleation, that I don't believe he knows what he wishes himself. Stand by, and let me clear up this matter a little. Harkee, Mr. Sir Robert, if I understand your meaning at all, it is, that, provided people could be prevented from pub lishing, you are willing that the press should be free.
Sir Rob. That was my meaning, no doubt.
(yFlam.
Sir Rob. (yFlam.
Sir Rob, CfFlam
Upon my conscience, and nothing but reason. There, I believe, we are all of us agreed. How seldom would people differ if once we could get them to be all of a mind ! And now this difference is whole and composed, let me try if I can't make up the other. I understand here, old gentleman, you have had a daughter abused.
Most foully.
And you want to know who was the author ?
That was my sole business here.
Then why could not you say so at first, without
all this bothering and bawling ? Well, Master Margin, come, give the old buck satisfaction.
