What's Drinking? A Mere Pause From Thinking!

This Is The Patent Age Of New Inventions For Killing Bodies, And For Saving Souls. All Propagated With The Best Intentions.

Like Other Parties Of The Kind, It Was First Silent, Then Talky, Then Argumentative, Then Disputatious, Then Unintelligible, Then Altogether, Then Inarticulate, And Then Drunk. When We Had Reached The Last Step Of This Glorious Ladder, It Was Difficult To Get Down Again Without Stumbling.

What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery, Is Much More Common Where The Climate's Sultry.

Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills The Inflammation Of His Weekly Bills.

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!