The compny presint was three; wiz., the Honrabble A.P.
Deuceace, R.Blewitt, and Mr.Dawkins, Exquires.

My i, how we genlmn in the kitchin did enjy it.

Mr.Blewittes man eat so much grous (when it was brot out of the parlor), that I reely thought he would be sik; Mr.
Dawkinses genlmn (who was only abowt 13 years of age) grew so il with M'Arony and plumb-puddn, as to be obleeged to take sefral of Mr.D's.
pils, which 1/2 kild him.

But this is all promiscuous: I an't talkin of the survants now, but the masters.
Would you bleeve it?
After dinner and praps 8 bottles of wine between the 3, the genlm sat down to ecarty.

It's a game where only 2 plays, and where, in coarse, when there's only 3, one looks on.
Fust, they playd crown pints, and a pound the bett.