" "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. 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. "I'll tell you a dream I had last night," continued the unfortunate being. " "You talk boldly," replied Wild. . " "Do not speak of it," rejoined Thames, with a look of horror. But she was not to be tempted.
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