“It
seems to me all madness—madness! Just because your father—wouldn’t let you
disobey him!”
Part 3
In the afternoon the task of expostulation was taken up by Mr. ‘Ha! Just the person I want. This I know, for the Valades have taught me so,
and the nuns also. 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. "Do you think we are to
be disturbed in this way? Make less noise, hussies, or I'll turn you out of the
Lodge. They were things I had meant very much to talk to you about, so that I
went home vexed and disappointed, and only relieved myself a little by writing a
few verses. "Mr. "
"De duivel!" exclaimed Van Galgebrok, "Very well. ‘Hilary is a darling.
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