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Globe, Volume VI, Issue 674, 17 August 1876, Page 3

Edith—“ I’m astonished, Arthur, that you can sit liere this lovely afternoon doing nothing but that horrid smoking” Arthur—“lf you’d been working hard all morning you’d be glad to sit quiet too.” Edith—- “ And what have you been doing, pray ?” Arthur—“ Why, I’ve been walking all round the fields, picking up crow’s feathers to clean my pipe with.” This is the way they describe Californian whiskey After that the cloth was took off, and the liquors war bro’t in. And wot liquors they wnz too ! This whiskey was none of this yer kind that makes a man feel like sayin’, ‘ I kin lick any son of a gun in the house,’ and makes him smash things ginerally. No, sir. It was that kind that jist makes a man lift his glass up gintly and say, ‘Joe, old par d, I’m looking at yer,’”