” He stared at her incredulously, and she laughed very softly. Wood obeyed. 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. ‘Something in that, missie. “I will tell you as much as this,” she continued. God had never answered any of her prayers. . She was not a Christian woman. Once over the iron spikes, Bess exhibited no reluctance to be let down on the other side of the wall.
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