At the board,
Now drain ye the pearl of the wine.
“Water, the fresh,
Is drunk by the fish—
The trout and the merlin;
But we boys gay and bold
At the board
Drain waves of the wine untold.”
But, even in their highest ecstasy, the brave drinkers still preserve a sort of calmness; and if there is anything that can be called a sober intoxication, this seems to be excellently expressed in the following very characteristic song:—
“Now our guests are growing tipsy;