But I spent next day at the Bank, sir, with limbs both tired and sore,
And as I sat calm and quiet my memory clouded grew
As I thought of that awful journey, that ride I had just gone through.
Cassell’s Saturday Journal. May 1, 1886.
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The Terror of Tadger’s Rents.
A “Dagonet Ballad” Gone Wrong.
Ain’t heard of Tadger’s Rents? My eye! where was you bred and born?
Such ignorance it do excite a feller-creature’s scorn.
The Rents is down the Dials way—a proper kind o’ lair,