Freeman's eyes began to reel, and Bruin himself was elevated into a song, which he uttered with great vociferation.

When I therefore saw the second round brought in, I assumed a gay air, entertained him with a French catch on the subject of drinking, which, though he did rot understand it, delighted him highly; and, telling him your choice spirits at Paris never troubled themselves with glasses, asked if he had not a bowl or cup in the house that would contain a whole quart of wine.

"Odds niggers!" cried he, "I have a silver candle cup that holds just the quantity, for all the world; fetch it hither, Numps." The vessel being produced, I bade him decant his bottle into it, which he having done, I nodded in a very deliberate manner, and said, "Pledge you." He stared at me for some time, and crying, "What! all at one pull, Measter Randan ?" I answered, "At one pull, Sir, you are no milk-sop--we shall do you justice." "Shall you ?" said he, shaking me by the hand; "odds then, I'll see it out, an't were a mile to the bottom: here's to our better acquaintance, measter Randan," So saying, he applied it to his lips, and emptied it in a breath.

I knew the effect of it would be almost instantaneous; therefore taking the cup, began to discharge my bottle into it, telling him he was now qualified to drink with the Cham of Tartary.

I had no sooner pronounced these words than he took umbrage at them, and after several attempts to spit, made shift to stutter, "A f--t for your Chams of T--Tartary! I am a f--f--freeborn Englishman, worth th--three thousand a-year, and v--value no man, d--me." Then, dropping his jaw, and fixing his eyes, he hiccuped aloud, and fell upon the floor as mute as n flounder.