Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. Beauty has bloomed and faded. No tricks would serve. "And yet, he has been spared thus long; perhaps with a wise purpose," rejoined Thames. No— no, it must never be. We are expecting a visit from Sir John Ferringhall at any moment. ‘But I have told you. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. “No reason. The above description of —the great Figg, by the prize-fighting swains Sole monarch acknowledged of Mary'bone plains— may sound somewhat tame by the side of the glowing account given of him by his gallant biographer, who asserts that "there was a majesty shone in his countenance, and blazed in his actions, beyond all I ever saw;" but it may, possibly, convey a more accurate notion of his personal appearance.
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