He died
Full of drink and victuals,
In the undiminished enjoyment of his digestive faculties,
In the forty-fifth year of his appetite.
The collegians inscribed this memento,
In perpetual remembrance of
His _pieous_ knife and fork.
"Very well for a _trencher_ man," said Horace; "now we must have a
recitation from Strasburg.{20} Come, you jolly old teacher of Hebrew,
mount the rostrum, and "give us a taste of your quality." "Ay, or by
heavens we'll baptize him with a bumper of bishop," said Echo. "For
conscience sake, mishter Echo, conshider vat it is you're about; I can
no more shpeek in English than I can turn Christian--I've drank so much
of your red port to-day as voud make anoder Red Sea." "Ay, and you shall
be drowned in it, you old _Sheenie_," said Tom, "if you don't give us a
speech." "A speech, a speech!" resounded from all
{20} Strasburg, an eccentric Jew, who gave lessons in Hebrew
to members of the university.
~233~~the yet living subjects of the party. "Veil, if I musht, I musht;
but I musht do it by shubstitute then; my old friend, Mark Supple
here, vill give you the history of Tom Tick." To this Echo assented, on
account of the allusions it bore to the Albanians, some of whom were of
the party.
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