My uncle was telling me that he saw Sheridan drink five bottles at Brookes's, besides a bottle of Maraschino.

This is some of the finest wine in England, he says.

So it is, by Jove.

There's nothing like it.

Nunc vino pellite curas--cras ingens iterabimus aeq,--fill your glass, Old Smirke, a hogshead of it won't do you any harm." And Mr.Pen began to sing the drinking song out of Der Freischuetz.