These things were common knowledge among the bon ton, who were
generously welcoming these unfortunate escapees. He waited the pleasure of Monsieur. We mustn’t make it so. “It is like old times,” she said, “to hear these home truths. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth,
OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth:
There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up,
And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup!
For a can of ale calms,
A highwayman's qualms,
And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms
And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
"Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle. The solemn
strokes were immediately answered by a multitude of chimes, sounding across
the Thames, amongst which the deep note of Saint Paul's was plainly
distinguishable.
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