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. In another minute, the tramp of horses' feet told that the perpetrators of the outrage had effected their escape. It wasn’t clear to me that I had to explain. How Jack Sheppard's Portrait was painted 385 XVII. . Vite, I pray you. I’ve tried to use my authority. . . They talked lightly and smoked cigarettes till Anna, with a little laugh, threw open the window and let in the cool night air. I'll write an opera the scene of which shall be laid altogether in Newgate, and the principal character shall be a highmaywan. . " "Why, surely you don't think your guests would steal them," observed Rachel, archly.
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