s, are made altogether in vain. For instance, after
the humility--if I can call it so--of the third cup, I am rewarded
with an easy uprising of the spiritual man--a greater sense of inward
freedom--an elevation of the soul--a benign beatitude of spirit, that
diffuses a calm, serene happiness through my whole being.'

"'That, sir, must be delightful.'

"'It is delightful, but it is what these men--carnal I do not wish to
call them lest I fall--it is, however, what these men--or, indeed,
any merely carnal man, cannot feel. This, however, I feel to be a
communication made to me, that in this thing I should not for the time
stop; and I feel that I am not free to pass the fourth or fifth cup,
knowing as how greater freedom and additional privileges will be
granted.'

"'Are the stages marked, sir, between the fourth and fifth tumblers?'

"'Cups, my friend--there is a beauty, sir, in the economy of this that
is not to be concealed. For instance, the line between the third and
fourth cups is much better marked, and no doubt for wiser purposes, than
is that between the fourth and fifth. At the fourth my spirit is filled
with strong devotional tendencies--and it is given to me to address
the Lodge with something like unctional effect; but at the fifth this
ecstatic spirit rises still higher, and assumes the form of praise, and
psalms, spiritual songs, and political anthems. In this whole assembly,
I am sorry to say, that there is but one other humble individual who,
if I may so speak, is similarly gifted, and goes along with me, _pari
passu_, as they say, step by step, and cup by cup, until we reach the
highest order, which is praise. But, indeed, to persons so gifted in
their liquor, drinking is decidedly a religious exercise. That person
is the little fellow to the right of the red-faced man up yonder, the
little fellow I mean, who is pale in the face and wants an eye. His name
is Bob Spaight; he is grand cobbler, by appointment, to the Lodge, and
attends all the Popish executions in the province, from principle; for
he is, between you and me, a Christian man of high privileges. As for
our little touches of _melodia sacra_ during the fifth cup, the only
drawback is, that no matter what the measure of the psalm be, whether
long or short, Bob is sure to sing it either to the tune of _Croppies
lie Down_, or the _Boyne Water_, they being the only two he can manage;
a circumstance which forces us, however otherwise united, to par