2o6 Four 'in-Hand in Britain. 



there — frequent stoppages and inquiries must be made ; 

 but so far we have been fortunate, and our horn keeps 

 opposing vehicles out of our way in narrow streets and 

 in turning corners. We were bound for Andcrton 



Hall, to spend the night with our friend Mr. B . 



Luncheon was taken in a queer, old-fashioned inn, 

 where we ate from bare deal tables, and drank home- 

 brewed ale while we sang : 



"Let gentlemen fine sit down to their wine, 



But we will stick to our beer, we will. 



For we will stick to our beer." 



The number and variety of temperance drinks ad- 

 vertised in England is incredible. Non-alcoholic bev- 

 erages meet us in flaming advertisements at every step 

 — from nervous tonics, phosphated, down to the most 

 startling of all, which, according to the London Echo of 

 June 2d, the Bishop of Exeter advertised when he 

 opened a coffee-house, saying : 



" It looks like beer, 



It smells like beer, 



It tastes like beer, 



Yet it is not beer." 



Better if it had been, your reverence, for your new 

 beverage was probably a villanous compound, certain 

 to work more injury than genuine beer. In this country 

 we also try to cheat the devil. I mean our unco good 

 people try it ; but we call it " bitters," and the worse 

 the whiskey the better the bitters. 



