She
had asked to borrow his pencil out of dire necessity. If
not, keep up your spirits. 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. "In with him!"
"Ay—ay, yer hon'r," cried the foremost chairman, lending a helping hand. He put down his hat and umbrella,
rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. ’
Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily.
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