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 Will find it a capital Nota bene But I'm sure there never was any Champagne Like the Forestier brand of P. C. K.—

And I remember it happened to me When I was a Cantab at Trinity; A friend who lived in the land of the Gaul Sent me some wine that was rather tall. The name I was stupid enough to forget, But the smack of the juice I remember yet. 'Twas a creamy wine of roseate hue Like rubies dissolved in ambrosial dew, And we brought in good fellows not a few To carry a rich Symposium through. Oh 'twas a goodly sight to see The mirth of that revelling company!