I thought you might like to see. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. 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. " "You need not," replied Jack, in a tone of the deepest compunction. “I expected you this morning,” he said. Let me recommend a glass of wine. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones.
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