268 SPORTS AND ANECDOTES. 



You will, I dare say, think, good reader, that we 

 have had enough of whiskey. I am writing this in 

 a country where everybody seems to have had too 

 much. I have seen a good deal of whiskey drunk 

 in Ireland; but the love of it, and the drinking of 

 it, is far greater in Scotland. In Ireland, Paddy 

 under the influence . of a thrap becomes elated, 

 merry, full of fun, and witty ; here the Scotchman, 

 under the same treatment, becomes sodden, dull, 

 anything but full of fun, prosy, incoherent, and 

 generally resembles a person who has softening of 

 the brain. I am writing far North, and I have 

 wondered, ever since I left Glasgow, what can make 

 Scotchmen so fond of what an Irishman would con- 

 sider an unilligant and unwholesome thrink. 

 There seems to be always some one that has had 

 too much whiskey at an hotel. As a rule, the land- 

 lord has had too much ; the waiter generally has 

 had too much : for he, in particular, has every 

 possible opportunity of getting too much, from this 

 constant nips he effects from the scanty sixpenny- 

 worths that he brings to the customers in the hotel, 

 which, if not too much diluted at the bar, is sure 

 to be pretty much whiskey and water before it 

 arrives at the mouth of him it is intended for. In 



