You seem to want this chap out of Canton. 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. ‘Her name is Melusine Charvill,’ Gerald began. They had not proceeded far when a low moan was heard. "
"Mr. Suddenly he burst into wild
laughter; but equally as suddenly something strangled the sound in his throat.
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