shall ever be seen again. Then he began to drink. Eternal swilling of fragrant liquor! Oh! the great cups he took off one after the other! How they evaporated in front of him! They came, and they were not. It was like the ocean assimilating rivers. What inversions of china! What journeys they made! More tea, good lady. Fill it out. Spare not of pouring, sweet hostess, for God made the tea-tree for this very purpose. As I suck tea, it is a great drink! I have killed fishes all day, but now I will absorb. To the kitchen with you, stout host. Though there be no bells in this house, yet will I tickle it off. Watch me to do it. 'Tis a thing worth learning. There! it is gone, the precious reviving stuff. And more is to come. What is the rain for but to appease my desire? It has percolated through much earth, but now it is in my interior. Host, to the back premises with you. There is a fresh brewing required. Cups! Cups! Bring me tea in a bath!
It is not only in the afternoon that Chavender exhibits these prodigies. Ten at night is his principal time for tea-drinking. And he sleeps like a child after it. A single cup will keep me waking till dawn; therefore I envy Chavender, and write in this way about him. I am allowed no tea at night. I am offered bananas by the dispenser
