The stores, the drying bins,
McClintock's bungalows and the native huts sprawled around an exquisite
landlocked lagoon. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. “Mr. In lieu of the
substantial habitations which he had gazed on overnight, he beheld a row of
falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed. 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. The owner
of this dress had a broad weather-beaten face, small twinkling eyes, and a bushy,
grizzled beard. Sure, I lose one
occasionally—if he stays in New York.
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