Damages, Two Hundred Pounds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Special Jurymen of England who admire your country's lawsA
And proclaim a British Jury worthy of the realm's applauseA
Gayly compliment each other at the issue of a causeB
Which was tried at Guildford 'sizes this day week as ever wasB
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Unto that august tribunal comes a gentleman in griefC
Special was the British Jury and the Judge the Baron ChiefC
Comes a British man and husband asking of the law reliefC
For his wife was stolen from him he'd have vengeance on the thiefC
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Yes his wife the blessed treasure with the which his life wasB
crownedD
Wickedly was ravished from him by a hypocrite profoundD
And he comes before twelve Britons men for sense and truth renownedD
To award him for his damage twenty hundred sterling poundD
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He by counsel and attorney there at Guildford does appearE
Asking damage of the villain who seduced his lady dearE
But I can't help asking though the lady's guilt was all too clearE
And though guilty the defendant wasn't the plaintiff rather queerE
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First the lady's mother spoke and said she'd seen her daughter cryF
But a fortnight after marriage early times for piping eyeF
Six months after things were worse and the piping eye was blackG
And this gallant British husband caned his wife upon the backG
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Three months after they were married husband pushed her to the doorH
Told her to be off and leave him for he wanted her no moreH
As she would not go why HE went thrice he left his lady dearE
Left her too without a penny for more than a quarter of a yearE
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Mrs Frances Duncan knew the parties very well indeedI
She had seen him pull his lady's nose and make her lip to bleedI
If he chanced to sit at home not a single word he saidJ
Once she saw him throw the cover of a dish at his lady's headJ
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Sarah Green another witness clear did to the jury noteK
How she saw this honest fellow seize his lady by the throatK
How he cursed her and abused her beating her into a fitL
Till the pitying next door neighbors crossed the wall and witnessed itL
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Next door to this injured Briton Mr Owers a butcher dweltM
Mrs Owers's foolish heart towards this erring dame did meltM
Not that she had erred as yet crime was not developed in herN
But being left without a penny Mrs Owers supplied her dinnerN
God be merciful to Mrs Owers who was merciful to this sinnerN
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Caroline Naylor was their servant said they led a wretched lifeO
Saw this most distinguished Briton fling a teacup at his wifeO
He went out to balls and pleasures and never once in ten months'P
spaceQ
Sat with his wife or spoke her kindly This was the defendant'sR
caseQ
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Pollock C B charged the Jury said the woman's guilt was clearE
That was not the point however which the Jury came to hearS
But the damage to determine which as it should true appearE
This most tender hearted husband who so used his lady dearE
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Beat her kicked her caned her cursed her left her starvingT
year by yearE
Flung her from him parted from her wrung her neck and boxed herN
earS
What the reasonable damage this afflicted man could claimU
By the loss of the affections of this guilty graceless dameU
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Then the honest British Twelve to each other turning roundD
Laid their clever heads together with a wisdom most profoundD
And towards his Lordship looking spoke the foreman wise and soundD
'My Lord we find for this here plaintiff damages two hundredV
pound '-
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So God bless the Special Jury pride and joy of English groundD
And the happy land of England where true justice does aboundD
British jurymen and husbands let us hail this verdict properN
If a British wife offends you Britons you've a right to whop herN
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Though you promised to protect her though you promised to defend herN
You are welcome to neglect her to the devil you may send herN
You may strike her curse abuse her so declares our law renownedD
And if after this you lose her why you're paid two hundred poundD

William Makepeace Thackeray



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