"IN MEMORIAM" 293 



The friends of temperance often complain of the want of 

 a good song. I think the following, written by my brother 

 about 1848, may perhaps be considered suitable till a better 

 one is written : — 



" The Cup of Tea. 

 1. 



Some love to sip their Burgundy, 



And some prefer Champagne ; 

 Some like the wines of sunny France, 



And some the grape of Spain. 

 There's some will take their brandy neat, 



While others mix with water; 

 There's some drink only Indian ale, 



And others London porter. 

 Away with poisons such as these, 



No Alcohol for me ! 

 Oh, fill me up the sober cup, 



The social cup of Tea. 



n. 



" Some love to sing of ancient times, 



And drinking customs preach ; 

 Such customs are — as Shakespeare saith- 



More honoured in the breach; 

 For we can sing a joyous song 



Without the aid of wine, 

 And court the muse without a glass 



To spur the lagging rhyme. 

 Then take the pledge, be one of us, 



And join our melody — 

 ' Oh, fill me up the sober cup, 



The social cup of Tea.' 



in. 



" We pray for that long wished-for hour 

 When Bacchus shall be slain, 



John Barleycorn be trodden down 

 And ne'er rise up again ; 



When man, begun to know himself, 

 Shall maddening bowls resign, 



