Again I tried the porter, and a fit of coughing came on that lasted five minutes.

The pewter was now so hot that the edge of the quart took away a piece of my mouth at every effort.

I ventured once more, and with the desperation of a madman I threw down the hot liquid to its last drop.

My head reeled--my eyes glared--and my brain was on fire.

I thought I beheld fifty fat gentlemen galloping on every side of me, and all the sky raining jackets in blue and yellow.
Half mechanically I took the reins, and put spurs to my horse; but before I got well away, a loud cheer from the crowd assailed me.