Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1702-1714 -- Humor; Political satire, English
The hue and cry went after Jack to apprehend him dead or alive, wherever
he could be found. The constables looked out for him in all his usual
haunts; but to no purpose. Where d'ye think they found him at last? Even
smoking his pipe, very quietly, at his brother Martin's; from whence
he was carried with a vast mob at his heels, before the worshipful Mr.
Justice Overdo. Several of his neighbours made oath,* that of late, the
prisoner had been observed to lead a very dissolute life, renouncing
even his usual hypocrisy and pretences to sobriety; that he frequented
taverns and eating-houses, and had been often guilty of drunkenness and
gluttony at my Lord Mayor's table; that he had been seen in the company
of lewd women; that he had transferred his usual care of the engrossed
copy of his father's will to bank bills, orders for tallies, and
debentures:** these he now affirmed, with more literal truth, to be
meat, drink, and cloth, the philosopher's stone, and the universal
medicine;*** that he was so far from showing his customary reverence
to the will, that he kept company with those that called his father a
cheating rogue, and his will a forgery; that he not only sat quietly and
heard his father railed at, but often chimed in with the discourse, and
hugged the authors as his bosom friends;**** that instead of asking for
blows at the corners of the streets, he now bestowed them as plentifully
as he begged them before.*** In short, that he was grown a mere rake;
and had nothing left in him of old Jack except his spite to John Bull's
mother.
* The manners of the Dissenters changed from their former
strictness.
** Dealing much in stock-jobbing.
*** "Tale of a Tub."
**** Herding with deists and atheists.
Another witness made oath, that Jack had been overheard bragging of a
trick* he had found out to manage the "old formal jade," as he used to
call her. "Hang this numb-skull of mine," quoth he, "that I could not
light on it sooner. As long as I go in this ragged tattered coat, I am
so well known, that I am hunted away from the old woman's door by every
barking cur about the house; they bid me defiance. There's no doing
mischief as an open enemy; I must find some way or other of getting
within doors, and then I shall have better opportunities of playing my
pranks, besides the benefit of good keeping."
* Getting into places and Church preferments by occasional
conformity.
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