He stood up, signed to Mrs. Marley, who took a large iron-stone china basin from the dresser, wiped it out and set it on the table. Then from a cupboard she brought the condiments, and Job from a window box produced fine old Jamaica rum.
Next, fetching from a drawer a punch-ladle of whalebone, with silver bowl into which was let a guinea, he roared out:
'Fill me a bowl, a mighty bowl,
Large as my capacious soul.
Vast as my thirst is, let it have
Depth enough to be my grave.
—I mean the grave of all my care,
For I design to bury it there.'
He flourished his ladle as Mrs. Marley brought in hot water from the puffing kettle.