For the oysters soon are swallowed, and the girl takes off the tray.
Yet new pleasures follow old ones; thus the damsel reappears,
And a Jug of boiling water with her dingy fingers bears.
Then a brace of labell’d bottles were upon the table seen,
One glowed deep with noble brandy, one was pale with humble gin;
When they all had “mixed” at pleasure, proudly rising o’er the rest,
Stood the chieftain of the party, and his comrades thus address’d:
“We may well be proud, my brethren, we a noble deed have done;
’Tis the virtue that delights me, to say nothing of the fun.
“Against private friends and clacquers, we have fought the cause of right,