Mr.
Bacon, when invited by the Bar to go as a guest, accepted
the invitation, but stipulated that he should have provided
for him a pint bottle of English ale. He said he was opposed,
on principle, to drinking intoxicating liquors, but his doctors
had ordered that he should drink a pint of ale every day with
his dinner. That was provided. The Bar sat down to dinner
at an early hour and the fun and frolic were kept up far into
the small hours of the night. Brother Bacon was the subject
of every speech and of every toast. He seemed to think it
was necessary for him to reply to every speaker and toast.
So he was kept on his legs a great part of the night. As
he sipped his modest tumbler of ale, Brother Dewey, who sat
next to him, would replenish it, when Mr. Bacon was not looking,
from a bottle of champagne. So at least two quart bottles
of champagne were passed into the unsuspecting Brother Bacon
through that single pint of beer. When we broke up, the host
came to ask us how we had enjoyed ourselves, and Mr. Bacon
told him he would like to know where he got his English ale,
which he thought was the best he had ever tasted in his life.
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