Did I dream I saw a funeral Procession leaving St. Giles Church? Sans caisson, Black horses, Boots andΒ Β backward spurs; No black feathers, No armbands, No Oliver's crocodile tears; No Orleans trumpets To allay my eternal fears. I caught them slide The silver casket, Bullet-like, Into a chamber, To shoot into the ground. I never heard a sound.
Oliver Twist: Considered to have the perfect face for a child mourner. "A born mourner."