Abel ceased, and passed the decanter, which they did not decline; for they all felt as if the Honorable Abel Newt would probably throw it at the head of any man who said or did what he did not approve.

There was a low anxious murmur of conversation among them until Abel was evidently very intoxicated, and his head sank upon his breast.
"I'm terribly afraid we've burned our fingers," said Mr.Enos Slugby, looking a little ruefully at the honorable representative.
"Oh, I hope not," said General Belch; "but there may be some breakers ahead.

If we lose the Grant it won't be the first cause or man that has been betrayed by the bottle.

Condor, let me fill your glass.

It is clear that if our dear friend Newt has a weakness it is the bottle; and if our enemies at Washington, who want to head off this Grant, have a strength, it is finding out an adversary's soft spot.