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The chaise in which poor brother Bill Used to be drawn to Pentonville Stood in the lumber-room: I wiped the dust from off the top, While Molly mopped it with a mop, And brushed it with a broom. My Uncle's porter, Samuel Hughes, Came in at six to black the shoes (I always talk to Sam): So what does he, but takes and drags Me in the chaise along the flags, And leaves me where I am. 14-