XLI
“Commander of the Faithful!” answer’d Hum,
“In preference to these, I’ll merely taste
A thimble-full of old Jamaica rum.”
“A simple boon!” said Elfinan, “thou may’st
Have Nantz, with which my morning-coffee’s laced.”
“I’ll have a glass of Nantz, then,”—said the Seer,—
“Made racy—(sure my boldness is misplaced!)—
With the third part—(yet that is drinking dear!)—
Of the least drop of crème de citron crystal clear.”