To a Bully

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To a Bully

They say, George Perry, you’re a lawyer. Well,

At least that’s your profession, but in fact,

Law’s like religion (though, the truth to tell,

The likeness is not otherwise exact)

In this, that in them both, my learned brother,

Profession’s one thing, practice quite another.

But you do practice, for the other day

I saw you mentioned in a case in court,

Cross-questioning a witness. I must say

You did it as a cat that loves to sport

With an unworthy mouse all too unwilling

To accept the justice of repeated killing.

This witness, so the tale is told to me,

Fatigued of your attempt upon his life⁠—

I mean his reputation⁠—made him free

With yours, affirming that you beat your wife.

If that is true (they say that it upset you)

She must be monstrous cowardly to let you!

You hold it right to torture men who come

(Heaven knows unwillingly) to aid the law,

So that by terror of your tongue made dumb

They can’t tell rightly what they heard or saw,

“Impeaching credibility,” you call it

When, seeing an honest looking head, you maul it.

Well, witnesses are fallible⁠—involved

Sometimes in scandals; and ’tis true that they

Are factors in the problem to be solved,

The judge and jury led by what they say.

But lawyers⁠—they are factors too, their problem

Being foolish clients and how best to rob them.

They’ve more to say than witnesses, and more

Important ’tis that they be truthful, too.

Were’t not, then, right the witness take the floor

And mercilessly cross-examine you?

Were truth your jewel (bless us! what a setting!)

I’ve certain questions that would set you sweating!

Nay, don’t be fidgeting; to ask them here

Were perilous, for I no license hold

To be a blackguard; and no judge is near

To jail you for replies too sharp and bold.

Besides, it were no easy task to shame you,

And till I’m paid a fee I’ll not defame you.

You see I lack advantages that you

Possess, and therefore cannot be so brave.

Who has, and uses, them’s respected; who

Has not, yet bullies, is a scurril knave⁠—

Though, faith, the difference is narrow, very,

By which a knave’s distinguished from a Perry.

You served, if rightly I remember, once

A term in the State Legislature, where

You figured merely as a harmless dunce,

Save when, ambitious, in the larger air

Of rhetoric you held the floor a season

To give yourself for sin sufficient reason.

Thus a great bird whose nature is in doubt

With difficulty rises from the earth,

His wide wings spreading with an effort out,

And shows by his unconscionable girth

E’er yet the agitated air insult your

Resentful nose, he’s but a glutted vulture.

Touching these matters I would fain inquire

If I but had you on the witness-grill,

Over the slow but efficacious fire

Of cross-examination; and I’d kill

The worm with quite insensible gradation,

And quench the fire with great deliberation.

What, you’re no worse than other lawyers? Well,

I never said you were, my little man.

Do you suppose I run this private Hell

For one small soul? ’Tis your entire clan

I’m trying to barbecue, despite their pleadings.

Get out, you brat! you hamper the proceedings!