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DRJXKS.
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m
this
illustration,
which,
in
deference
to
nasty
Mrs.
Grundy,
has
been
slightly
toned
down.
Here
is
very
cleverly
satirised
for
reprobation
the
phases
of
men
under
the
influence
of
drink.
How
it
transforms
them
into
beasts,
some
like
lions,
others
like
asses
and
calves,
sensual
as
hogs,
greedy
as
goats,
stupid
as
gulls.
Every
man
brewed
his
own
beer
up
to
the
seven-
teenth
century,
when
we
find
Pepys
speaking
of
Cobb's
strong
ales at
Margate
;
and
in
the
reign
of
Queen
Elizabeth
the
public
brewing
had
begun
at
Burton,
for
an
inquiry
was
made
by
Walsingham
to
Sir
Ralph
Sadler,
the
governor
of
Tutbury
Castle,
as
to
*'
What
place
neere
Tutbury,
beere
may
be
provided
for
her
Majesty's
use
?"
and
the
answer
was
that
it
might
be
obtained
at
Burton,
three
miles
off
Good
Queen
Bass
would,
indeed,
have
fared
badly
without
her
beer,
for
her
breakfast
beverages
were
always
beer
and
wine.
Yet
every
one
was
fairly
sober.
They
were
weaned
on
alcoholic
liquors,
and,
consequently,
enjoyed
them
as
foods,
as
they
undoubtedly
are,
if
properly
used.
It
is
very
well
to
"
see
our
sen
as
others
see
us,"
but
it
is
almost
impossible
to
agree
with
Estienne
Perlin,
who
published
his
Description
des
Royaulmes
dAngle-
terre
et
d'
EscossCy
at
Paris
in
1558,
in
which
he
says
that
the
English
"sont
fort
grands
yvrongnes."
His
description
is,
we
feel,
as
untrustworthy
as
his
English.
'*
Car
si
un
Anglois
vous
veult
traicter,
vous
dira
en
son
langage,
vis
dring
a
quart
a
rim vim
gasquim,
vim
hespaignol^
vim.
malvoysiy
c'est
a
dire
veulx
tu
venir
boire
une
quarte
de
vin
du
gascoigne,
une
autre
o