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WORSHIP OF BACCHUS. 
trampled to death ! ” In this particular case, how- 
ever, the culprit was threatened and soundly abused 
by the bacchanalian grandee, his master, and turned 
out of the ship by the captain. 
As a nation, I am sadly afraid these people are 
greatly addicted to the worship of Bacchus. 
During my small excursions on shore I witnessed 
many an old serf inebriated with samshoo ; and I 
often saw groups, cpiite worthy of Cruikshank's 
famous picture, crowding round mighty, jars of a 
sort of fermented liquor like beer. These men 
evidently loved the beverage as much as even 
jovLal Jack Falstaff, and, like the boors in Ten- 
nant's “ Anster Fair," they — 
“ Grow by boosing boisterously merry.” 
Moreover, they do not seem to have improved in 
this respect since the time when Hamel was among 
them in 1653. Being then presented with the 
captain's cup (who was drowned when the ship 
went ashore,) and with a pot of red wine saved 
from the wreck, that traveller says, “ They liked 
