FOOTNOTES:
[A] At the hospital of Saint Giles for Lazars, the prisoners conveyed from the City of
London towards Tyburn, there to be executed for treasons, felonies, or other
trespasses, were presented with a Bowl of Ale, thereof to drink, as their last refreshing
in this life. It would hurt no one. ’
‘As we see. “You know—,” said Mr. Sheppard. "Within the last few minutes,
all my guilty life has passed before me. I WAS talking to him before I saw his
name on the card beside the row of microscopes. "Never mind," replied the tapstress. The poor things! Oh, it was quite
dreadful. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the
inmate of a mad-house?"
"She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's
misconduct. Half after six. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the
hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and
broke his leg. “Who can tell?” she said.
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