Jack's body was caught, and passed from hand to hand over a thousand heads, till it was far from the fatal tree. Vorsack sauntered into the room, sporting her usual toothy thin254 lipped grin. She was pensive and thoughtful. ‘Can’t see a thing. ” He made quite a long pause, and went on, with a sigh: “You have a voting paper given you—” They emerged into the publicity of the lawn. 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.
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