Sweeney Todd, the Barber of Fleet Street by Anonymous

[A Thrilling Story of the Old City of London. Founded on Facts.]

HARK! twelve o'clock is proclaimed by old St. Dunstan's church, and scarcely have the sounds done echoing throughout the neighbourhood, and scarce has the clock of Lincoln's Inn done chiming in its announcement of the same hour when Bell-yard, Temple Bar, becomes a scene of commotion.