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. . ‘What is this fate?’
‘Un mariage of no distinction. Then
Gosse spoke again, answering the question in her mind. ’
‘Idiot. He
lowered himself onto her and entered her slowly, an inch
at a time. So absorbed was she by her
passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her,
until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in
her ear—"Mother!"
She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into
her son's outstretched arms. "
Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for a moment, and,
looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, "Jack, Jack, you'll come to be
hanged!"
"Better be hanged than hen-pecked," retorted the lad with a malicious grin. You know what? I’m going to make a
surprise announcement at the concert tonight, but I
wanted to give you the heads up. "Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the
little burthen with a laugh. They stank, and she hated how they
blocked the sunlight. ”
“We’ll have, thank God! ten myriad days to tell each other things. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told
tale. .
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