The Curse Upon Mitre Square — page 57: what you’re looking at

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9 MERRY-MAKING AT HE “‘ MITRE’ TAVERN. 49 A merry, worthless set that was which Railton brought together: Lord Wareham, member of the Mohawk gang; Sir Jocelyn Cholmondeley; Jack Mounteagle, Percy Poins, and others, all in the fastest, loudest set. They ate their fill, drank deep, and joked the pretty waiting lasses. Hilarity was the order of the day. The jokes went round with every dish, and the serving-maids, though teased to death, declared it bright and merry fu! When to eat more was impossible, Railton rose and bade them fill their glasses, while he proposed a toast with a song : Here’s a health unto His Majesty ; With a fal lal la! | Damnation to his enemies ; | With a fal lal la! And he who would not pledge this health, I wish him neither wit nor wealth, Nor yet a rope to hang himself ; With a fal lal la! Jacobites they were, one and all. And how lustily all joined in the rowdy fal lal la, and how the elements of seriousness and fun intermingled in the then popular ditty ! When quiet was resumed, the host again rose, and with a merry twinkle in his eye, drew himself up, and in a mocking-serious tone exclaimed— “ Gentlemen, have ye heard of our ghost in yonder part of town? Isee ye have. Jet’s drink to him. EO MICELovexe) <S (E(0) ml