Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1826 edition. Excerpt: ...Whiskey, &c. Could my feeble lays Half thy virtues number, A whole grove of bays Should my brows encumber. Be his name ador"d, Who summ'd up thy merits, In one little word, When he call'd thee Spirits. Whiskey, &c. Bright as beauty's eye, When no sorrow veils it; Sweet as beauty's sigh, When young Love inhales it. Come, then, to my lip, Come, thou rich in blisses, Every drop I sip Seems a shower of kisses. Whiskey, &c. Send it quickly round; Life would be uo pleasure If we had not found This enchanting treasure. E'en when tyrant Death's Arrow shall transfix ye, Let your latest breath Sing, ' Whiskey, Whiskey, Whiskey! Whiskey, &C-" In no place on the face of the habitable globe are the merits of "Whiskey" so fully appreciated, or so ably discussed, as in "the beautiful city called Cork." Between jestmaking and punch-making, life rubs on pleasantly enough. While a resident in that city, the Editor of these volumes ventured on the following verses on the nectar so greatly lauded by Mr. O'Leary, and all his countrymen of taste. WHISKEY-PUNCH. "Come, hand me down the whiskey, the lemons quickly pass, And fling some lumps of sugar white into the deepest glass. The dreary midnight-hour is gone, time hastens on for morn, Vet, ere St. Barry's Church tolls one, 'mid smiles shall Punch be born. With acid and with sweetness now we fill each tumbler fair, Then whirl it round, and in the tide dash fleet the spirit rare. It sparkles up to meet each lip that doth the rummer kiss, And famed St. Patrick never saw Punch half so fine as this. To Erin and her patriots firm, who shone in former days, With sighs to bless their memories, we now the goblet raise; And, should their shadows walk this earth, they'll...
