"The evening was rattled away in jollity and punch. Ah, them were
the times, messmates! I thinks I see 'em all now jigging away,
while the fiddlers scraped the cat-gut, and the grog flowed in
perly streams, and the volumes of smoke rolled their columns to
the ceiling." Times are changing: "I understands they are going
to shorten the allounce in the navy; but mark my words - 't won't
do. They may just as well take away Jack's life at once as to go
for to stop his grog...Ay, ay, they may talk of their tea and slop,
but 't won't do, I say, and so they'll find it."
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