3jS MR. THOMAS ROBINSON 



Another story, I call to mind, was told immediately on 

 our return to the carriage, after Dulcibella's victory in 

 the Cesarewitch; when, being all in good spirits, we 

 drank to the mare's good health, and Mr. Kobinson told 

 us how his friend Mr. Joseph Rogers liked brandy, but 

 to please him it must be foreign. Once, seeing a Boniface 

 standing by the door of his own wayside inn, Rogers 

 walked up to him. 



' Landlord, have you any good British brandy ?' he 

 inquired. 



' Yes, sir,' was the prompt and cheerful answer. 



1 Then bring me a glass of beer,' Rogers gravely 

 replied. 



Mr. Robinson then related his own similar experience. 



' I once,' he said, ' asked the barmaid at the White 

 Lion for a glass of beer. It was not exactly to my taste, 

 and she, seeing I made somewhat of a wry face over it, 

 kindly inquired : 



' " Don't you like it, sir ? There is nothing in it but 

 pure malt and hops." 



1 But,' said Mr. Robinson, ' I ventured to think 

 differently, and said so : 



* " Is there not a little water, don't you think ?" 



1 " Lor, sir !" she replied, " I entirely forgot that." 



' " No," I replied, " I'll be hanged if you did !" 



1 The fact is,' he said in conclusion, ' the wort from 

 which it was brewed never worked, being, as the Irish- 

 man said, " not strong enough to play." ' 



In the evening of the same day we held a small levee 

 to receive the hearty congratulations of our friends on 

 our victory. The names of some who were then present 

 I now forget, and many of them have passed away. I 

 remember, however, that my excellent partner took the 

 chair, as a matter of right rather than of courtesy, and 



