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. All along the
wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in
attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a
military review scheduled for this afternoon. Wood, who were,
furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal tête-à-tête of their own. " So saying, he raised a whistle to his lips, and
blew a loud call; and, as this was unanswered, another still louder. Manning told her he loved beauty, and extorted a similar admission from
her; he then expatiated upon his own love of beauty. ’
‘Yes, but I’m afraid I am far too interested to stop mixing myself in your
affairs,’ Gerald said ruefully. “I must confess,” he said, “the New Woman and the New Girl intrigue me
profoundly. That is what they call these aristocratic refugees,
the English. ’
Melusine hit lightly at his chest. "
IV. "
"But, Mac.
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