I have just come from him. He was always anticipating, stepping into
the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles. "Now, Jack," cried Thames, warmly grasping Sheppard's hand, "you are my
friend again. I am altogether a person of a
disposition extremely interfering, as you have so often told me. “Bring any new songs you may have. 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. But it was only six-thirty.
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