in Drinking!_ Published by T. Tegg.--Three figures, represented as
seated at table, with all the appointments and accessories incidental
to the brewing of punch, carry out the spirit of the quotation. The
lover, a smart young buck, in top-boots, is rapturously clasping his
hands, after a toast, in inward contemplation of the perfections of
his mistress. An old Commodore illustrates the idea of a life spent in
warfare--although minus an eye and a leg, he is tough and hearty, and
is seemingly content with his pipe and bowl. The brutalising results of
hours devoted to mere bestial intoxication are realised in the person
of a slovenly and imbecile sot.