Which curls from 'mid life's jars and clanks,
Graceful with happiness and thanks.
I pledge him, therefore, in a puff,—
rather frailish kind of stuff,
But still professional enough.
Hock-cups breed hiccups; let us feel
The god along our senses steel
More nobly and without his reel.
Each temperately 'baccy plenus,
May no grim fate of doubtful genus