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to a pewter dish full of brandy, which took off the damp of the air, and made the inside of the tent as warm as a stove.———
And what conclusion dost thou draw, Corporal Trim, cried my father, from all these premises?
I infer, an' please your worship, replied Trim, that the radical moisture is nothing in the world but ditch-water—and that the radical heat, of those who can go to the expence of it, is burnt brandy—the radical heat and moisture of a private man, an' please your honours, is nothing but ditch-water—and a dram of geneva—and give us but enough of it, with a pipe of tobacco, to give us spirits, and drive away the va-pours
