neral Court do take some care to grant licenses only to discreet persons; but much liquor is sold without warrant.
For mine own part, I think old Chaucer hath it right in his Pardoner's Tale:— A likerous thing is wine, and drunkenness Is full of striving and of wretchedness. O drunken man!
disfigured is thy face, Sour is thy breath, foul art thou to embrace; Thy tongue is lost, and all thine honest care, For drunkenness is very sepulture Of man's wit and his discretion.
Agamenticus, August 18.
The weather being clear and the heat great, last week uncle and aunt, with Rebecca and myself, and also Leonard and Sir Thomas, thought it a fitting time to make a little journey by water to the Isles of Shoals, and the Agamenticus, where dwelleth my Uncle Smith, who hath strongly pressed me to visit him. One Caleb Powell, a seafaring man, having a good new boat, with a small cabin, did undertake to convey us. He is a drolling odd fellow, who hath been in all parts of the world, and ha