Pickpocket Training Poem on Credit / 291 best terms he could. He put spurs to his old mare, rode before the news, and sold to the widow Lowly and her two sons, who had just come of age, about fifty thousand acres of land, which lay the Lord knows where, and to which he knew he had no title, and took all their father, the old deacon’s farm in mortgage, and threatens to turn the poor widow upon the town, and her two boys upon the world; but this is the way of the world. The ’Squire is a great speculator, he is of the quorum, can sit on the sessions, and fine poor girls for natural misteps; but I am a little rogue, who speculated in only fifty acres of rocks, and must stand here in the pillory. Then there is the state of Georgia. They sold millions of acres, to which they had no more title, than I to David Dray’s land. Their great men pocketed the money; and their Honourable Assembly publicly burnt all the records of their conveyance, and are now selling the lands again. But Georgia is a great Honourable State. They can keep Negro slaves, race horses, gouge out eyes, send, members to fight duels at Congress, and cry out for France and the guillotine, and be honoured in the land; while poor I, who never murdered any one, who never fought a duel or gouged an eye; and had too much honour to burn my forged deed, when I had once been wicked enough to make it, must stand here in the pillory, for I am a little rogue. Take warning by my sad fate; and if you must speculate in lands, let it be in millions of acres; and if you must be rogues, take warning by my unhappy fate and become great rogues.—For as it is said in a pair of verses I read when I was a boy,

DOI link for Pickpocket Training Poem on Credit / 291 best terms he could. He put spurs to his old mare, rode before the news, and sold to the widow Lowly and her two sons, who had just come of age, about fifty thousand acres of land, which lay the Lord knows where, and to which he knew he had no title, and took all their father, the old deacon’s farm in mortgage, and threatens to turn the poor widow upon the town, and her two boys upon the world; but this is the way of the world. The ’Squire is a great speculator, he is of the quorum, can sit on the sessions, and fine poor girls for natural misteps; but I am a little rogue, who speculated in only fifty acres of rocks, and must stand here in the pillory. Then there is the state of Georgia. They sold millions of acres, to which they had no more title, than I to David Dray’s land. Their great men pocketed the money; and their Honourable Assembly publicly burnt all the records of their conveyance, and are now selling the lands again. But Georgia is a great Honourable State. They can keep Negro slaves, race horses, gouge out eyes, send, members to fight duels at Congress, and cry out for France and the guillotine, and be honoured in the land; while poor I, who never murdered any one, who never fought a duel or gouged an eye; and had too much honour to burn my forged deed, when I had once been wicked enough to make it, must stand here in the pillory, for I am a little rogue. Take warning by my sad fate; and if you must speculate in lands, let it be in millions of acres; and if you must be rogues, take warning by my unhappy fate and become great rogues.—For as it is said in a pair of verses I read when I was a boy,

Pickpocket Training Poem on Credit / 291 best terms he could. He put spurs to his old mare, rode before the news, and sold to the widow Lowly and her two sons, who had just come of age, about fifty thousand acres of land, which lay the Lord knows where, and to which he knew he had no title, and took all their father, the old deacon’s farm in mortgage, and threatens to turn the poor widow upon the town, and her two boys upon the world; but this is the way of the world. The ’Squire is a great speculator, he is of the quorum, can sit on the sessions, and fine poor girls for natural misteps; but I am a little rogue, who speculated in only fifty acres of rocks, and must stand here in the pillory. Then there is the state of Georgia. They sold millions of acres, to which they had no more title, than I to David Dray’s land. Their great men pocketed the money; and their Honourable Assembly publicly burnt all the records of their conveyance, and are now selling the lands again. But Georgia is a great Honourable State. They can keep Negro slaves, race horses, gouge out eyes, send, members to fight duels at Congress, and cry out for France and the guillotine, and be honoured in the land; while poor I, who never murdered any one, who never fought a duel or gouged an eye; and had too much honour to burn my forged deed, when I had once been wicked enough to make it, must stand here in the pillory, for I am a little rogue. Take warning by my sad fate; and if you must speculate in lands, let it be in millions of acres; and if you must be rogues, take warning by my unhappy fate and become great rogues.—For as it is said in a pair of verses I read when I was a boy,