coffee

And then, at the end, in reference to the

closing of the coffee-houses because public

affairs vi^ere there freely discussed, come these

hearted, volatile reader, with whom literature is a luxury,

who sips up a volume as he sips up hia coffee, and i.« obliged

earefully to double down the resting leaf, that he may be

handling a pitchfork at a hayrack,

after the eggs and biscuit and coffee,

the pearl-gray haystacks

That I died from smoking Red Eagle cigars.

Eating hot pie and gulping coffee

During the scorching hours of harvest time

You black old scoundrel, get a move on you!

I want a pot of coffee and a graham bun.

This vinegar decanter'll make a groove on you,

To daughter-in-law, no longer served or poured

The coffee--so you see how humble beggars

Become the masters, it is always so.

Dr. Goldsmith and some of his friends occasionally dined at the St.

James's Coffee-house. One day it was proposed to write epitaphs on him.

His country, dialect, and person furnished subjects of witticism. He

_Dr. Goldsmith and some of his friends at the

St. James's Coffee-house._—_p._ 219.

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