In his Office with Writs and Parchments hung round, Midst Letters and Lawsuits Old Justice was found, His eyeballs were sunk, whilst his hands grasp'd his fees, For Old Nick would no more be put off with sham Pleas, On shelves Bills in Chanc'ry were rang'd pile o'er pile, With Demurrers, Decrees, and Injunctions to file But his Petition's answer'd—his Orders are past, And Death's struck a Docket against him at last! No more he'll declare, or for Clients e'er plead, Though Issue was join'd, his Cause did not succeed, His Counsel, 'twas plain, could not lend him relief, Though doubly he fee d him—he threw up his Brief, His false Witness heard—to gain time then he try'd, But Chief Justice Death a fresh Trial denied; His Costs are all tax'd—final judgment is past, And Old Nick with a CA SA has got him at last, The news through the regions of Pluto soon fled, And on Earth it was whisper'd "Old Justice was dead", Whilst thousands flock'd round, none believing the tale, 'Till they saw his poor Clients their sad loss bewail, His Creditors met—but soon clamorous grew, For his Assents [sic] wouldn't yield e'en the Devil his due, To find him they swore—yet the road none could tell, Though 'tis said that the Lawyer's last Circuit's to Hell.