"Solid ivory!" he said aloud; "solid from dome to neck! That's James Boyle in the family group. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way, At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay; I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl, And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul! Whatever may hap, I'll taste of the tap, To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. Nasty, damp passages. ” Sebastian exclaimed as her husband nodded his head slowly.
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