his head upon my shoulder.

As soon as we arrived, supper was announced. At first he refused to
take any, but on the artful landlady bawling in his ear, that all
_gentlemen_ supped when they arrived, he hesitated to consider (which
certainly was not at all necessary) whether he was not bound to take
some. Another very important remark of the hostess, which was, that he
would have nothing to eat until the next morning, it being then eleven
o'clock at night, decided him, and he staggered in, observing, "Nothing
to eat till next morning! well, I never thought of that." He sat down
opposite to me, at the same table. It appeared as if his _vision was
inverted_ by the quantity of liquor which he had taken; everything close
to him on the table he considered to be out of his reach, whilst
everything at a distance he attempted to lay hold of. He sat up as
erect as he could, balancing himself so as not to appear _canned_, and
fixing his eyes upon me, said, "Sir, I'll trouble you--for some fried
ham." Now the ham was in the dish next to him, and altogether out of my
reach; I told him so. "Sir," said he again, "as a gentleman, I ask you
to give me some of that fried ham." Amused with the curious demand, I
rose from my chair, went round to him and helped him. "Shall I give you
a potato," said I, the potatoes being at my end of the table, and I not
wishing to rise again. "No, Sir," replied he, "I can help myself to
them." He made a dash at them, but did not reach them; then made
another, and another, till he lost his balance, and lay down upon his
plate; this time he gained the potatoes, helped himself, and commenced
eating. After a few minutes he again fixed his eyes upon me. "Sir,
I'll trouble you--for the pickles." They were actually under his nose,
and I pointed them out to him. "I believe, Sir, I asked you for the
pickles," repeated he, after a time. "Well, there they are," replied I,
wishing to see what he would do. "Sir, are you a gentleman--as a
gentleman--I ask you as a gentleman, for them 'ere pickles." It was
impossible to resist this appeal, so I rose and helped him. I was now
convinced that his vision was somehow or another inverted, and to prove
it, when he asked me for the salt, which was within his reach, I removed
it farther off. "Thank ye, Sir," said he, sprawling over the table
after it. The circumstance, absurd as it was, was really a subject for
the investigation of Dr Brewster.

At Windsor,