"The evening star went flicker—flick—Over the bedroom candlestick;And round its silver radiance shedTo light the sleepy moon to bed."
"The evening star went flicker—flick—Over the bedroom candlestick;And round its silver radiance shedTo light the sleepy moon to bed."
"I've done I doff my riding gear,"And order Pegasus—HIS BEER."—Page 72.Baierische Bier is infinitely superior to any Hippocrene. But no drink in the world can hold a candle to genuine "Wienische Bier," as it comes cool drawn from the cellar. The Romans knew not beer, and so had to put up with "Falernian," or even the "vile Cœcubum." I say put up, for the wine that now goes by the name of Falernian is detestable. I suppose, however, that two thousand years ago it was far more carefully made, as I trust it may again be in "Italia Unita." The Romans, knew not beer, but the Greeks had tasted it, though brewed by the hands of barbarians. In Xenophon's Retreat of the Ten Thousand we are told that they came upon a race of people from whom they got
Ἐκ κριθῶν μέθυ.
Ἐκ κριθῶν μέθυ.
Let us then leave Pegasus to enjoy his drink of barley wine, though like Baron Munchausen's famous steed, he hath not the wherewithal to stow away his beer. My dear old Peggy, alluded to in the first of this series of notes, and therefore the fittest subject for a wind up, was, when hard worked, very fond of a quart of good ale, with half a quartern loaf broken into it; she would drink up the ale at a draught, then quickly munch the sop, and start with fresh vigour for another ten-mile trot.
The reader is asked to excuse the following errors, excusable—as for the sake of having its original wood blocks, the work, with the exception of the notes, was printed abroad.
Page 6, for'tsreadt'is.
Page 35 should be—
"But every sweet-toothed school-boy knows,He can't eat honey with his toes."
"But every sweet-toothed school-boy knows,He can't eat honey with his toes."
Page 36, forhinder'sreadhinders.
Page 70, forAp le TreereadApple Tree.