thus, with beer-drinking, pipe-smoking, song-roaring, and infinite caricaturing of woe, the disorderly procession went its way, recruiting at every step, and all the shops shutting up before it. its destination was the old church of saint pancras, far off in the fields. it got there in course of time; insisted on pouring into the burial-ground; finally, accomplished the interment of the deceased roger cly in its own way, and highly to its own satisfaction.