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tilleries
that
send
out
a
spirit
made
from
molasses,
beet-root,
potatoes,
and
other
things,
which
cannot
possibly
be
called
whiskey,
which
has
brought
Irish
whiskey
somewhat
into
disrepute,
to
the
great
advan-
tage
of
the
Scotch
distillers.
Again,
unmalted
grain
is
used,
which
gives
a
practically
tasteless
spirit,
which
is
almost
entirely
deficient
in
the
grateful
ethers,
and
is
only
so
much
raw
alcohol
and
water,
a
very
different
article
to
that
which
occasioned
the
following
verses
:
"
Oh,
Whiskey
Punch,
I
love
you
much,
for
you're
the
very
thing,
To
level
all
distinctions
'twixt
a
beggar
and
a
king.
You
lift
me
up
so
aisy,
and
so
softly
let
me
down,
That
the
devil
a
hair
I
care
what
I
wear,
a
caubeen
or a
crown.
"
While
you're
a-coorsin'
through
my
veins
I
feel
mighty
pleasant,
That
I
cannot
just
exactly
tell
whether
I'm
a
prince
or
peasant
Maybe
I'm
one,
maybe
the
other,
but
that
gives
me
small
trouble,
By
the
Powers
!
I
believe.
I'm
both
on
'em,
for
I
think
I'm
seein'
double."
Scotch
whiskey
is
the
same
as
Irish,
and
should
be
similarly
made
from
pure
malted
barley.
No
one
knows
when
it
was
first
made
;
but,
until
the
time
of
the
Pretender,
it
was
hardly
known
in
the
Lowlands,
being a
drink
strictly
of
the
Highlanders.
There
is
a
tradition
of
a
certain
St.
Thorwald,
whose
name
may
be
sought
for
in
vain
in
the
pages
of
Alban
Butler,
who
had
a
cell
in
the
side
of
a
hill
looking
upon
the
Esk.
He
is
said
to
have
possessed
a
wonderful
elixir,
famous