He gave a positive kind response, to the girl, who thus did pray,
And on thro' court, and alley, and lane, he followed her devious track,
Then mounting a rickety deal wood stair, he entered a two pair back,
And there, in the glim of a halfpenny dipt, he gazed on a ghastly man,
And he counted his pulse, said the girl "Do you think he's likely to kick the can?"
The sick man rose to an elbow prop, at Tommins, to blink and stare!
He seemed an anatomy, made for show, of eyes, and nose, and hair,
He peered awhile thro' the starving glim, and then, with a moan cried he,
"O God, have you come to haunt me here, John Tommins, L.R.C.P.?