1860 Oxford Night Caps

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In banquet-hall 'tis meetest To raise the echoing laugh: In jocund hour 'tis sweetest The bowl's deep flood to quaff. Aye!let your mirth be loud and long! Let voice and heart be free! And 'midst the din of shout and song Let all feast merrily! tio forth, my sons, to glory! Go elimb the steeps offame! Go! and in future story Enrol your shining name! hlay no darlc cloud obscure your sky j • No fear your soul dismay;

Nor keener sorrow dim your eye Than claims the tear to-day!

Recipe. Tliree quarts of ale, sweetened with re fined sugar finely pulverised, and served up ' in a bowl with sis roasted apples floating iu it.