man’s vintage ports. Apart from sentiment, which should hallow the Cellar no less than the boudoir, these people ignore the absolute necessity for a fit and proper wine place; and they are not a few who, like the sometime student of Gray’s Inn, keep their wine under their beds (with the subtle plea that so it will be drunk the faster), or imitate that undergraduate who entertained a cask of beer by his bedside in case he might wake o’ nights and feel athirst. But of such men we can seldom look for good wine; so it were idle to expect they should be duly considered in this matter, though there be few wines, and they the headiest, that can endure indifferent cellarage. Not even the perfect affinity which is the attribute of Hock, nor the brandied sinews of Port, can prevent their
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