Francois Boucher paintings

Francois Boucher paintings
Frank Dicksee paintings
They promised implicit obedience, and departed with alacrity on their different errands. In the meanwhile, their leader and his two companions, who now looked upon him with great respect, as well as some fear, pursued their way to the Chapel of Copmanhurst.
When they had reached the little moonlight glade, having in front the reverend, though ruinous chapel, and the rude hermitage, so well suited to ascetic devotion, Wamba whispered to Gurth, “If this be the habitation of a thief, it makes good the old proverb, The nearer the church the farther from God. And by my cockscomb,” he added, “I think it be even so. Hearken but to the black sanctus which they are singing in the hermitage!”
In fact the anchorite and his guest were performing, at the full extent of their very powerful lungs, an old drinking song, of which this was the burden:—
“Come, trowl the brown bowl to me, Bully boy, bully boy,Come, trowl the brown bowl to me: Ho! jolly Jenkin, I spy a knave in drinking,Come, trowl the brown bowl to me.”