That's right, Tim; now get the
soup-tureen, the biggest one, and see that it's clean. The old villain
has got a punch-bowl--bring half a dozen of champagne, a bucket full of
ice, and then go down into the kitchen, and make two quarts of green
tea, as strong as possible; and when it's made, set it to cool in the
ice-house!"
In a few minutes all the ingredients were at hand; the rind, peeled
carefully from all the lemons, was deposited with two tumblers full of
finely powdered sugar in the bottom of the tureen; thereupon were poured
instantly three pints of pale old Cognac; and these were left to steep,
without admixture, until Tim Matlock made his entrance with the cold,
strong, green tea; two quarts of this, strained clear, were added to the
brandy, and then two flasks of curacoa!
Into this mixture a dozen lumps of clear ice were thrown, and the whole
stirred up 'till the sugar was entirely suspended; then pop! pop! went
the long necks, and their creaming nectar was discharged into the bowl;
and by the body of Bacchus--as the Italians swear--and by his soul, too,
which he never steeped in such delicious nectar, what a drink that was,
when it was completed.
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