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case with temptations even more seductive to human weakness than starving a man who gives me bread, and lashing a woman who stoops and sweats to do me service? Consider the subject, Gentlemen of the Institution, with a moment's calmness. Make a few analogies with yourselves. Put off the accusing spirit for a day, and cry Hush! to the devil of party which distracts the natural rectitude of your hearts. You have gained a great notoriety with moderate talents and much declamation; you have succeeded by appealing with assiduity to the easily entreated sympathies of the human, of the English, of the female bosom; you have talked of Christianity with some who scantily believe in Christ, you have spoken when you could not be answered, and have really condescended to soothe your ears, which were yet tingling with the coughing of men, in the soft applause of that delicate fraction of the ladies of the Metropolis who frequent your tavern in Queen-street,— From Hop and Mop and Drap. so clear, Rip and Trip and Skip that were To Mrs. Mob, their sovereign dear, Her special maids of honour;
and at the bottom of the Hall, From Til) and Nib and Pink and P i n , Tick and Quick and Jill and J i n , Tit and Nit and Wap and W i n , The train that wait upon her.