Well, I'll take myself off. I have now settled my affairs, and made every preparation for my departure to France, where I shall spend the remainder of my days. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. O'Higgins returned to town and made a night of it, nothing very wild, nothing very desperate. My heart misgives me. 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. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. ” He closed the door partially behind himself.
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