1903 The Flowing Bowl by Edward Spencer

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THE FLOWING BOWL

life I once made trial of it at nine o'clock one morning. This was in the good town of Reading, in company with a schoolmate or two. We were on our way home for the holidays, and had been entrusted, for the first part .of the journey, to the care of the French master. Him we had evaded for the time being—he was much inter ested in the manufacture of sweet biscuits—and marching boldly into the best inn's best room, we demanded bread and cheese and a bottle of the most expensive port on the wine-list. School- boy-like our fancy turned to quaintness in the matter of meals ; and I am bound to add that the state of our health was not one whit improved by this weird breakfast. As for the French master, no sooner had he run us to earth, than but that part of the story is too painful to tell. One of the oldest winter beverages known to civilization is Bishops a composition of port wine and spices of which it has been written :— Three cups of this a prudent man may take ;

The first of these for constitution's sake. The second to the girl he loves the best, The third and last to lull him to his rest.

And an effectual luller is this Bishop, Make several incisions in the rind of a lemon, stick cloves in the incisions, and roast the lemon at a slow fire. Put small but equal quantities of