'Comus all allows Champaign, dice, music, or your neighbour's spouse,'[374] did the vintage of the Marne justice in his verses. In _Don Juan_ he shows himself not insensible to the charms of 'Champagne with foaming whirls As white as Cleopatra's melted pearls.'[375] The wine, moreover, furnishes two striking comparisons in that poem--one when he observes that 'The evaporation of a joyous day Is like the last glass of Champagne, without The foam which made its virgin bumper gay;'[376] and the other, where, in his sketch of Lady Adeline Amundeville, he rejects the trite metaphor of the snow-covered volcano in favour of 'a bottle of Champagne Frozen into a very vinous ice, Which leaves few drops of that immortal rain; Yet in the very centre, past all price, About a liquid glassful will remain; And this is stronger than the strongest grape Could e'er express in its expanded shape: 'Tis the whole spirit brought to a quintessence; And thus the chilliest aspects may concentre A hidden nectar under a cold presence.'[377] Although we find Henderson remarking, in 1822, that 'the pink Champagne is less in request than the colourless, and has in fact nothing to entitle it to the preference,' yet wine of this tint continued to reappear from time to time, securing a transitory popularity from its attractive appearance, which caused it to be likened to the dying reflection of the setting sun on a clear stream. An interesting incident in connection with its advent on one of these occasions at the table of Rogers, the banker-poet, has been recorded by Mr. R. A. Tracy Gould of the American Bar. He was dining, it seems, in company with Tom Moore and John Kenyon, with Rogers at St. James's-place, when their host, who had recently received through the French Ambassador a present of a case of pink Champagne from Louis Philippe, had the first bottle of it produced at the end of the dinner. The saucer-shaped Champagne glasses were then just coming into use, and pink Champagne, which was a revived novelty in England at that moment, looked singularly beautiful in them, crowned with its snow-white foam. Kenyon, who, as Gould remarks, was nothing if not declamatory, held up his glass, and apostrophised it as follows: 'Lily on liquid roses floating! So floats yon foam o'er pink Champagne! Fain would I join such pleasant boating, And prove that ruby main, And float away on wine!' This being vociferously applauded, after a few minutes' pause he added the second verse: 'Those seas are dangerous, graybeards swear, Whose sea-beach is the goblet's brim; And here it is they drown dull Care-- But what care we for him? So we but float on wine!'