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The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Volume 2

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 120    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

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The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Volume 2
The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Volume 2
“The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb - Volume 2 Elia and The Last Essays of Elia by Charles Lamb Reader, in thy passage from the Bank where thou hast been receiving thy half-yearly dividends (supposing thou art a lean annuitant like myself) to the Flower Pot, to secure a place for Dalston, or Shacklewell, or some other thy suburban retreat northerly, didst thou never observe a melancholy looking, handsome, brick and stone edifice, to the left where Threadneedle-street abuts upon Bishopsgate? I dare say thou hast often admired its magnificent portals ever gaping wide, and disclosing to view a grave court, with cloisters and pillars, with few or no traces of goers-in or comers-outa desolation something like Balclutha's.”