And later on, in order to contrast the two countries, the writer adds:-- I don’t remember, my lord, ever to have known (or very rarely) a health drank in France, no, not the King’s; and if we say, _à votre santé, Monsieur_, it neither expects pledge or ceremony. ‘Tis here so the custom to drink to every one at the table, that by the time a gentleman has done his duty to the whole company, he is ready to fall asleep, whereas with us, we salute the whole table with a single glass only.[145] Other writers of the time notice the participation of the women in the general drinking. M. Jorevin, another French author, writes of a Worcester hotel:-- According to the custom of the country, the landladies sup with the strangers and passengers, and if they have daughters they are also of the company, to entertain the guests at table with pleasant conceits, where they drink as much as the men; but what is to me the most disgusting in all this is, that when one drinks the health of any person in company, the custom of the country does not permit you to drink more than half the cup, which is filled up and presented to him or her whose health you have drunk.[146] John Evelyn tells of the execrable habit of making servants drunk. He remarks, under date July 19, 1654:-- Went back to Cadenham, and on the 19th to Sir Ed. Baynton’s at Spie Park, a place capable of being made a noble seate; but the humorous old knight has built a long single house of 2 low stories on the precipice of an incomparable prospect, and looking on a bowling greene in the park. The house is like a long barne, and has not a window on the prospect side. After dinner they went to bowles, and in the meanetime our coachmen were made so exceedingly drunk, that in returning home we escap’d greate dangers. This it seems was by order of the knight, that all gentlemen’s servants be so treated; but _the custome is a barbarous one, and much unbecoming a knight, still lesse a Christian_. The same sort of thing happened to Evelyn again, March 18, 1669:-- I went with Lord Howard of Norfolk to visit Sir William Ducie at Charlton, where we din’d; the servants made our coachmen so drunk that they both fell off their boxes on the heath, _where we were fain to leave them_, and were driven to London by two servants of my Lord’s. _This barbarous custom of making the masters welcome by intoxicating the servants_ had now the second time happen’d to my coachmen. [The italics are not Evelyn’s.] A writer, by name Joseph Rigbie, slashingly exposes intemperance and its incentives, the _tavern_ and _toasting_:-- The tap-house fits them for a jaile, The jaile to the gibbet sends them without faile; For those that through a lattice sang of late You oft find crying through an iron grate. And again:--