Something Like a Sample.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 29, Issue 34, 4 May 1917, Page 2

Something Like a Sample.

’Twas high noon, and sultry withal;! in good sooth, a right thirsty time o’ day. The brave and burly knight Sir Longswigge de Frykynfulle reined up outside ye wayside hostelrio. "What ho, within!” roared the armoured warrior. I A neat wench appeared. "Lass,” quoth the knightly hero, "it hath been brought to mine cars that thy master’s vats contain a potent and pleasing brew, and I would fain taste it. Go, bring me a lusty flagonfm, prithee !” In a trice he was holding in his hand a foaming flagon of one quart imperial measure. In another trice he was gazing; at his reflection in the silver bottom. He contracted his aristocratic, brows and pursed up bis patrician lips. “Wench,” said he, at length, “thou may'st refill the measure.” The second quart followed its predecessor, and the mail-clad champion rumin'.tea d t*x>ly. “Ods bodikins !” quoth he, “I'll e’en sip once again.” And again w»s the mighty flagon filled and emptied knightly lips smacked lik« the sound of a tow drawing her foot out of a clinging bog. “3y mv sacred halidame !” roared Sir Longswigge, "but what the varies told me about thy master’s brew was gospel truth ! Beshrew me if I don’t get down and have some.”