There's our young friend upstairs. It would be a great matter, I must own, to bring Jonathan Wild to justice. “I remember hearing
something about it. 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. Perhaps these few words were the first real
conscious words he had uttered in days. The thing is, Miss Charvill
—’
‘He told you my name?’ cut in Melusine, surprised.
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