I tried palm-wine at a pretty village near Madras, where I slept one night.

I told Captain Barron that I had been curious to taste that liquor ever since I first saw, eight or nine and twenty years ago, the picture of the negro climbing the tree in Sierra Leone.

The next morning I was roused by a servant, with a large bowl of juice fresh from the tree.

I drank it, and found it very like ginger-beer in which the ginger has been sparingly used." Macaulay necessarily spent away from home the days on which the Supreme Council, or the Law Commission, held their meetings; but the rest of his work, legal, literary, and educational, he carried on in the quiet of his library.

Now and again, a morning was consumed in returning calls, an expenditure of time which it is needless to say that he sorely grudged.