On Wine . 
495 
If possible, the room to drink wine in, should not be the din- 
ing room : and a glass or two of rose water sprinkled upon the car- 
pet, is a cheap luxury. 
Thus have I extended perhaps to an unconscionable length, my 
remarks on wines. I have confined myself to the wines usually 
imported. Of homemade wines, I shall present you with my expe- 
rience hereafter. 
I have in the beginning taken the licentia poetica, (or if you 
will forensica) that is, the licentia fingendi, and supposed your cel- 
lars filled with choice liquors instead of choice books. I wish 
you had more abundance of the first, and more room for the last. 
I know you are amateur of good living in all the good senses of 
the words nor should I greatly object to apply to you, Akenside’s 
picture of the Teian Bard. 
I see Anacreon smile and sing, 
His silver tresses breathe perfume* 
His cheeks display a second spring 
Of roses, taught by wine to bloom. 
Away deceitful cares away ! 
And let me listen to his lay. 
Adieu my friend. 
Epjcuri de grege Porous, 
LETTER SECOND, TO, THE EDITOR, 
QUiEDAM DE VINO. ON WINE. 
£1 insert this letter, which was intended for the 4th number, in the present, 
because I am prejudiced in favour of bringing together, as much as possi- 
ble, all the communications on one subject. T. C ] 
My Good Friend , 
I promised you some information on homemade wine ; the 
vile Sabinum. Of the many English and American receipts for 
these liquors, there are none worth a cent. Nor is the practice, 
in this respect, of even Mr. Cooper of New Jersey, entitled to more 
approbation. I shall in this essay tell you, not what I have read, 
liut what I know, partly from my own experience, and partly from 
the experience of those on whom I can depend. 
