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Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a hatch in the door,
disclosed a recess scarcely as large, and certainly not as clean, as a dog-kennel. At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day—Sunday—having spent
the early part of the night in watching at the gates of the robbers' sanctuary, and
being almost exhausted from want of rest, she set out homewards. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the
blank face of the ancient city of Canton. ‘It is seldom enough I am visited by anyone at all, let alone a
personable young redcoat. A wide terrace then led to large iron gates,' over which were
placed the two celebrated figures of Raving and Melancholy Madness, executed
by the elder Cibber, and commemorated by Pope in the Dunciad, in the wellknown lines:—
"Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne,
And laughs to think Monroe would take her down,
Where, o'er the gates, by his famed father's hand,
Great Cibber's brazen, brainless brothers stand. Wild," he
added, laughing, "it must be a stronger prison than Willesden cage that can hold
me. The Malays have one, too, but it's a rank imitation, tom-toms and all.
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