liquor should be drunk in the cause of freedom, and that he probably had it in his mind to toast
"the great name of England, round and round,"
in milk or mineral waters. The more recent experience of Mr. Rudyard Kipling suggests forcibly the lesson taught our "Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table," when he sent his little poem to a "festive and convivial" celebration, and had it returned with "some slight changes" to suit the sentiments of the committee:—
"In cellar, in pantry, in attic, in hall,
Down, down with the tyrant that masters us all!"
Hood, a good-tempered mocker always, took note of the popular prejudice in his hospitable lines by a "Member of a Temperance Society:"—
"Come, pass round the pail, boys, and give it no quarter,
Drink deep, and drink oft, and replenish your jugs."
And Longfellow, with his usual directness, went straight to the hearts of his readers when, in simple seriousness, he filled his antique pitcher, and sang his "Drinking Song" in praise of water.
