h in;
When butts of Burton, tuns of sack,
Wash'd down an ox for luncheon.
Confound your _nimpy-pimpy_ lass,
Who faints and fumes at liquor;
Give me the girl that takes her glass
Like Moses and the vicar.

4 Mr. C--ss, otherwise Crotchet C--ss, bachelor of music,
and organist of Christ Church College, St. John's College,
and St. Mary's Church. An excellent musician, and a jolly
companion: he published, some time since, a volume of
chants.

5 A once celebrated university toast, with whose
eccentricities we could fill a volume; but having received
an intimation that it would be unpleasant to the lady's
feelings, we gallantly forbear.

~226~~

True emblem of immortal ale,
So famed in British lingo;
Stout, beady, and a little _stale_--
Long live the Burton stingo!

"A vulgar ditty, by my faith," said the exquisite, "in the true English
style, all _fol de rol_, and a vile chorus to split the tympanum of
one's auricular organs: do, for heaven's sake, Echo, let us have
some _divertissement_ of a less boisterous character." "Agreed," said
Eglantine, winking at Echo; "we'll have a _round of sculls_. Every man
shall sing a song, write a poetical epitaph on his right hand
companion, or drink off a double dose of rum booze."{6} "Then I shall
be confoundedly _cut_," said Dick Gradus, "for I never yet could chant a
stave or make a couplet in my life." "And I protest against a practice,"
said Lionise, "that has a tendency to trifle with one's _transitory
tortures_." "No appeal from the chair," said Eglantine: "another bumper,
boys; here's The Fair _Nuns of St. Clement's_." "To which I beg leave to
add," said Echo, "by way of rider, their favourite pursuit, _The Study
of the Fathers_." By the time these toasts had been duly honoured, some
of the party displayed symptoms of being _moderately cut_, when Echo
commenced by reciting his epitaph on his next friend, Bob Transit:--

Here rests a wag, whose pencil drew
Life's characters of varied hue,
Bob Transit--famed in humour's sphere
For many a transitory year.
Though dead, still in the "English Spy"
He'll live for ever to the eye.
Here uncle White{7} reclines in peace,
Secure from nephew and from niece.

6 Rum booze--Flip made of white or port wine,