454 MR. THOMAS ROBINSON. 



spirits, we drank to the mare's good health, and 

 Mr. Robinson told us how his friend Mr. Joseph 

 Rogers liked brand) 7 , 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. 



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

 replied. 



Mr. Robinson then related his own similar ex- 

 perience. 



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

 Lion for a glass of beer. It was not exactl} 7 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." 



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

 differently, and said so : 



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



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



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



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

 from which it was brewed never worked, being, as 

 the Irishman 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 



