em, sic as Paradise Lost, or
even Queen Hynde hersell.

_Odoherty_.--More, my friend, more. I think an ingenious comparison
between these works of intellect could be easily made by a man of a
metaphysical turn of mind.

_North_.--A more interesting consideration would be, the effect
produced upon the national character, by the mere circumstance of the
modes of preparing the different beverages of different countries. Much
of the acknowledged inferiority of the inhabitants of wine countries,
arises from the circumstance of having their liquor prepared to their
hand. There is no stretch of imagination in pouring wine ready made from
carafe, or barochio, or flask, into a glass--the operation is merely
mechanical; whereas, among us punch drinkers, the necessity of a nightly
manufacture of a most intricate kind, calls forth habits of industry and
forethought--induces a taste for chemical experiment--improves us in
hygrometry, and many other sciences--to say nothing of the geographical
reflections drawn forth by the pressure of the lemon, or the colonial
questions, which press upon every meditative mind on the appearance of
white sugar.

LION-EATING AND HANGING.

_North_.--When I was at Timbuctoo--

_Shepherd (aside.)_--A lang yarn is beginning the noo--

_Moses Edrehi_.--Sind sie geweson, sare, dans I'Afrique?

_North_.--Many years--I was Sultan of Bello for a long period,
until dethroned by an act of the grossest injustice; but I intend to
expose the traitorous conspirators to the indignation of an outraged
world.

_Tickler (aside to Shepherd.)_--He's raving.

_Shepherd (to Tickler.)_--Dementit.

_Odoherty (to both.)_--Mad as a hatter. Hand me a segar.

_Moses Edrehi_.--Yo suis of Madoc.

_North (aside.)_--Zounds! _(to Edrehi)_ I never chanced to
pass that way--the emperor and I were not on good terms.

_Moses Edrehi_.--Then, sare, you was good luck to no pass, for the
emperor was a man ver disagreeable ven no gut humours. Gott keep ush! He
hat lions in cage--and him gab peoples zu de lions--dey roarsh--oh,
mucho, mucho!--and eats de poor peoples--Gott keep ush! a ver
disagreeable man dat emperor.

_Shepherd_.--Nae doot--it canna be a pleasant thing to be gobbled
by a lion. Oh, sirs, imagine yoursell daundering out to Canaan, to take
your kail wi' our frien' James, and as ye're passing the Links, out
jumps a lion, and at you!

_Odoherty_.--The Links--oh! James, you are no Polyglott.

_Tickler_.--I