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. ‘Now then, Gerald, out with it. The garrets were said to be tenanted by
coiners, and artists employed in altering watches and jewelry; the cellars to be
used as a magazine for stolen goods. Having ascertained that Thames was at his heels, he hurried with his
ghastly burthen down Seacoal Lane. He gave you a
poison. "Is my house to be made a receptacle for all your natural children, Sir? Answer
me that. ‘Very well, mademoiselle, so be it,’ he snapped. The last piece was Scheherazade. Lucy waited for the next Phys. “Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister.
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