The minister whose place I humbly endeavor to fill has his cellar stocked with them.

The matter is easy of comprehension when once explained.

The benighted inhabitants of Italy, a land, lost in the darkness of error, still persist in their fasts, notwithstanding the evident folly of their ways--and the Norwegian sailors provide them with large quantities of fish for their idolatrous customs, bringing back their wines in exchange." "A very good idea," said Lorimer, sipping the Lacrima with evident approval--"Phil, I doubt if your brands on board the _Eulalie_ are better than this." "Hardly so good," replied Errington with some surprise, as he tasted the wine and noted its delicious flavor.

"The minister must be a fine _connoisseur_.

Are there many other families about here, Mr.Dyceworthy, who know how to choose their wines so well ?" Mr.Dyceworthy smiled with a dubious air.
"There is one other household that in the matter of choice liquids is almost profanely particular," he said.