ng, Dr. Brown pitched in a sentiment, while Colonel Green
and Lieutenant Smith talked largely of the "last session," what _their_
friend Benton said to Webster, and Webster to Benton, and what Bill
Allen said to 'em both. And Miss Corsica, the French Minister's
daughter, what she had privately intimated to Lieutenant Smith in regard
to American ladies, and what the Hon. so and so offered to do and say
for Colonel Green, and so and so and so and so. Still the corks
"popped," and the glasses jingled, and the merry jest, and the laugh
jocund, and the rich sentiment, and richer fumes of the cigars filled
the room.

Don Caesar kept on hurrying up the wine, and as each bottle was uncorked,
he assured the servants--"All right; if it ain't all right, _we'll make
it all right in the morning!_"

And so Don Caesar and his _bon vivant_ friends went it, until some two
dozen bottles of Schreider, Hock, and Sherry had decanted, and the whole
entire party were getting as merry as grigs, and so noisy and
rip-roarious, that the clerk of the institution came up, and standing
outside of the door, sent a servant to Don Caesar, to politely request
that gentleman to step out into the hall one moment.

"What's that?" says the Don; "speak loud, I've got a buzzing in my ears,
and can't hear whispers."

"Mr. Tompkins, sir, the clerk of the house, sir," replies the servant,
in a sharp key.

"Well, what the deuce of Tompkins--hic--what does he--hic--does he want?
Tell--hic--tell him it's--hic--all right, or we'll make it all
right--hic--_in the morning_."

Mr. Tompkins then took the liberty of stepping inside, and slipping up
to Don Caesar, assured him that himself and friends were _a little too
merry_, but Don Caesar assured Tompkins--

"It's all--hic--right, mi boy, all--hic--right; these
gentlemen--hic--are all _gentlemen_, my--hic--personal friends--hic--and
it's all right--hic--all perfectly--hic--right, or we'll make it all
right in the morning."

"That we do not question, sir," says the clerk, "but there are many
persons in the adjoining rooms whom you'll disturb, sir; I speak for the
credit of the house."

"O--hic--certainly, certainly, mi boy; I'll--hic--I'll speak to the
gentlemen," says the Don, rising in his chair, and assuming a very
solemn graveness, peculiar to men in the fifth stage of libation deep;
"Gentlemen--hic--_gentle_men, I'm requested to state--hic--that--hic--a
very _serious_ piece of intelligence--hic--has met