"By G—! she has missed her footing. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. "In this pit," he added, pointing to the chasm below, "your brother is buried. ” “Friends!” said her father. I went at last when I had barely a shilling in my purse to a dramatic agent. 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.
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