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The object of this discussion sat motionless. She thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life—
their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in
influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. Spurling. I am sure. 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. She is the image of what I was
like, and she has a better voice.
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