When, I saw them reflected in bottles of port.
Sweet room of the dinner, how calm could I rest
Near thy table and chair, with the wine I love best,
When the ladies should leave us, restraint to release
And, damme, we’d drink off a dozen a piece!
The National Omnibus, December 30, 1831.
There’s not in Saint Stephen’s so pleasant a seat,
As that Bench where each evening the Ministers meet:
Oh, the last Tory yearning for place must depart,