And a serious “brunt” it was if the following obituary notice, which appeared in the _Gentleman’s Magazine_ in 1810, may be taken as a sample of our fathers’ devotion to home-brew:— “At the Ewes farm-house, Yorkshire, aged 76, Mr. Paul Parnell, farmer, grazier, and maltster, who, during his lifetime, drank out of one silver pint cup upwards of £2,000 sterling worth of Yorkshire Stingo, being remarkably attached to Stingo tipple of the home-brewed best quality. The calculation is taken at 2d. per cupful. He was the bon-vivant whom O’Keefe celebrated in more than one of his Bacchanalian songs under the appellation of Toby Philpott.” The Journal of Timothy Burrell, Esquire, of Ockenden House, Cuckfield, Sussex, proves him to have been a true devotee of the rites of Ceres. With what particularity he mentions his purchases of malt and hops—“May 3, 1683. Quarter of malt, £1. . . . 23 July. For 28lbs. of hops I gave 7s. . . . October. I paid Jo. Warden for 30 bushels of malt, just 4 months, £4 3s.” Then with what care he notes the day on which he brewed, as thus—“3 May, 1702, _Pandoxavi_” and with what satisfaction the day on which he tapped the barrel,—“12 June _Relinivi_”—illustrating his manuscript as he goes along with quaint sketches of barrels, quart pots, pockets of hops and such-like. John Coachman, who seems to have been worthy Timothy’s servant for many years, frequently comes in for a remark by reason of his excessive devotion to the barley bree:—“Oct. 8th, 1698. Payd John Coachman, in full of his half year’s wages, to be spent in ale, £2 6s. 6d. I paid him for his breeches (to be drunk,) in part of his wages, 6s.” “Paid to John Coachman, in part of his wages, to be fooled away in syder or lottery, 5s.” “March 26th, 1710, I paid the saddler for John Coachman falling drunk off his box, when he was driving to Glynde, in part of his wages, £1 7s. 6d.” Rest well, honest Timothy, thy quaint pen is still, thy brewing days are over! In Dean Swift’s _Polite Conversations_ we have the following amusing dialogue on the subject of home-brew:— _Lady Smart._ Pray, my lord, did you order the butler to bring {60} up a tankard of our October to Sir John? I believe they stay to brew it. _The butler brings up the tankard to Sir John._ _Sir John Linger._ Won’t your ladyship please to drink first? _Lady S._ No, Sir John; ’tis in a very good hand; I’ll pledge you. _Col. Atwit_ (to Lord Smart). My lord, I love October as well as Sir John; and I hope you won’t make fish of one and flesh of another. _Smart._ Colonel, you’re heartily welcome. Come, Sir John, take it by word of mouth, and then give it to the Colonel. _Sir John drinks._ _Smart._ Well, Sir John, how do you like it? _Sir J._ Not as well as my own in Derbyshire; ’tis plaguy small. _Lady S._ I never taste malt liquor: but they say it is well hopp’d.