That is very certain. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth,
OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth:
There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up,
And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup!
For a can of ale calms,
A highwayman's qualms,
And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms
And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
"Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion. " And he tossed it
carelessly into the bottom of the boat. I do wish you could come
and dine with us some evening. ’
‘What heir?’
‘Exactly. They drove
rapidly through the emptying streets. At least, I hope so for his sake as
well as my own," he added, mentally. She
shook her head.
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