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LONG BILLS selves, now the game is over, I may say, it used to be d-d bad.”-“ Always bought the best wine I could for the price ! gave; that, to be sure, was not much; in fact, I made a little fortune out of three pipes of port, which you have often tasted. They were rather on the queer, to be sure, but a great bargain:-as often as you or anybody else damned the wine, I made a low bow, and offered to change it with the utmost pleasure; that was civility, you know. Anything may be done by civility, and a low bow. If any one damned the wine, as being doctored and fiery, I made a low bow, and said, I per ceive it is too full bodied a wine for your palate;' then I took the bottle away,-emptied as many glass fulls out of it as he had given damns, and filled it up with wator. Returning with a fresh bottle, ‘There, Sir,' said I, ‘that is an older wine, which I flatter myself will meet with your approbation.' This, delivered with a look of modest assurance, and a low bow, seldom failed. If, on the contrary, he called it damned stuff, and said there was no spirit in it, I used to bow, and say--*Sir, l see you like a fuller bodied wine; that is too light, too old, wine;' then left the room, poured a little out, and refilled it with a glass, or half a glass, of the best British brandy. A bow, and a confident look, were again sure to procure approbation. My best wine customers were the young gentlemen from Oxford. They generally preferred Claret Port from the same pipes, with low bows, long-necked bottles, one-third water, a little older wine, and a squeeze of lemon, anade excellent Claret; and the same things, with the second squeeze of the lemon, and a few drops out of Mrs 's Bergamot bottle, for the bouquet, made equally excellent Burgundy. The young gentlemen were just as happy in sniffing the bouquet, as I was in pocketing their twelve shillings 60