I can step in and out of mine like a glove; only to-night, although not EBRIUS, I am, in the classic phrase, VINO CIBOQUE GRAVATUS." By this time he was unshelled, and stood before the fire musing with a face of drunken wisdom on the events of the evening. What seemed chiefly to interest him, was the character of Allan M'Aulay.

"He says," replied the master, "that I am ebrius, whereas I replied that I was only vino gravatus, by which I only meant quasi vino gravatus; but the truth is, gentlemen, that I'm never properly sober until I'm half seas over for it is then that I have all my wits properly about me."

"Ay," said the schoolmaster, "upon the principle that in vino veritas; but you know that gravatus vino and ebrius are two different things gravatus vino, the juice o' the grape och, och, as every one knows, could and stupid; but ebrius from blessed poteen, that warms and gives ecstatic nutrition to the heart."

Do you assert that there's no difference between ebrius and gravatus vino?" "In your case, you reprobate, I do. Where would you get the vino? However," he proceeded, "as you are seldom sober, and as I know it is possible you may have something of importance to say on a particular subject, I suppose you may as well say it now as any other time, and it's likely we may get more truth out of you."

"Behave, and keep quiet, now," said his Reverence, "you unfortunate pedagogue you; I tell you that you are inebriated." "Pardon me, your Reverence," replied O'Finigan; "non ebrius sed vino gravatus, devil a thing more." "Get out, you profligate," replied the priest, "don't you know that either, at this time o' day, is too bad?" "Nego, dominie nego, Dominie revendre denial is my principle, I say.

A severe cold, caught on the battlements of the Castle, prevented me from playing first fiddle so well as usual, but what I could do was received with the usual partiality of the Celts. I got home, fatigued and vino gravatus, about eleven o'clock.

You were, I presume," he stirred a little heap of broken glass with his foot as he spoke, "vino gravatus when they relieved you of your tunic. But what has all this to do with me?" "Merely this," said General Clavering, "that your son is accused of having effected the prisoner's escape." Lord Dunseveric looked at Maurice, looked him quietly up and down, as if he saw him then for the first time.

"And now that this churl is gone, Father Philip," said Eustace, "wilt thou tell our venerable Superior what ails thee? art thou vino gravatus, man? if so we will have thee to thy cell." "Water! water! not wine," muttered the exhausted Sacristan. "Nay," said the monk, "if that be thy complaint, wine may perhaps cure thee;" and he reached him a cup, which the patient drank off to his great benefit.