. “He seems like such a nice boy. Where Saint Giles' church stands, once a lazar-house stood; And, chain'd to its gates, was a vessel of wood; A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows, Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows, Might tipple strong beer, Their spirits to cheer, And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! II. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. All the turnkeys were assembled. "Ah!" exclaimed Lady Trafford, exerting all her strength. " "Mother!" cried Jack, in a broken voice. The cork came out with a loud pop, and Anna could not help wondering how it must sound to the patient little crowd outside.
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