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AS DRUNK AS DAVID’S SOW 1 A common saying, which took its rise from the following cir- cumstance : David Lloyd, a Welshman, who kept an alehouse at Hereford, had a living sow with six legs, which was greatly resorted to by the curious : he had also a wife much addicted to drunkenness, for which he used sometimes to give her due cor- rection. One day, David’s wife having taken a cup too much, and being fearful of the consequence, turned out the sow, and laid down to sleep herself sober. Company coming to see the sow, David ushered them into the stye, saying, ” There is a sow for you ! Did any of you ever see such another ? ” all the while sup- posing the sow to have been there. To which some of the company, seeing the state the woman was in, replied, ” That it was the drunkennest sow that had ever been beheld;” whence the woman was ever after called “David’s Sow.”

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MIND YOUR P’S AND Q’S. This expression arose from the ancient custom of hanging a slate behind the alehouse door, on which was written P or Q (i. e., Pint or Quart} against the name of each customer, according to the quantity which he had drunk, and which was not expected to be paid for till the Saturday evening, when the wages were settled.

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Sir, the Irish had no civilation, civization, civilation I mean.’ Finding, however, his efforts to get civilization out impracticable, he sat down with the satisfaction of having added a new word to our language. Every drunken man ever since is here said to be in a state of civilation.

Dr. Maginn's poem of Daniel O'Rourke, iv. 35.
" Said he, ' Tis certain that I was not right
To get into this state of civilation. 9 "
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A WASTED LIFE A wasted life! This sad refrain Comes surging through my ears again; There’s no escape from thee, though fiend; Thou art borne to me on every wind – A wasted life! A wasted life! By day or night, no peace for me; Still, still before me I can see The fragments of the dear dead past, Which I (Oh! fool) from me have cast – A wasted life! A wasted life! I’ve tried to drown in lethean drain This ruthless voice; but all in vain; It comes with ten-fold force again, And brings remorse to swell and strain – A wasted life! A wasted life! From out this deep dark Stygian sea, While vainly struggling to be free, I look above, and pray that I No more may hear that awful cry – A wasted life! A wasted life! (Illawarra Mercury, April 8, 1884) MELINDA KENDALL

Police Report.

Mary Cooper, a disciple of Xantippe, made her appearance, charged with diunken, riotous, and disorderly behaviour. Having imbibed sundry potations of that destroyer of good order, rum, she must needs display her prowess, by going to the house of a peaceful neighbour, and, without the least provocation, challenging her to fight. The latter finding remonstrance useless, was at last necessitated to fetoh a constable. Nothing daunted, however, the Amazon attempted to thrash him, but she was after some difficulty lodged in the watch house, minus three parts of her gown. Women, who thus disgrace their sex, richly deserve being made an example of; which, being the opinion of the Bench, Mary was sent to the third class of the factory for two months.

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The Sydney Gazette and… Saturday 25 December 1830

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The Sydney Gazette and… Saturday 18 March 1826, page 3.

Hannah Moss, free, whose squalid and repulsive appearance might have set her above the imputation of being of that loose description of character, which she afterwards was proved to be, was sentenced as a notorious prostitute to the muse of correction, (the Factory; for 3 months. And a man (a settler from the countrv) who had given her into charge for having robbed bim of two dollars whilst he was in a state of intoxication, was fined 5s. to the poor for being drunk.

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The Sydney Gazette and… Friday 16 February 1827, page 3.

FEBRUARY 10 – John Noblet, was placed at the bar for frequently absenting himself from his master’s service and returning drunk and abusive ; yesterday he said he would go into barracks, and accordingly walked off, but returned in the evening quite pot-valiant and abusive ; 10 days on the tread-mill.

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The Sydney Gazette and… Monday 25 February 1828, page 2.

John Ward, free, was charged with being found drunk and disorderly in the public street. The constable, in this case, seemed to have some doubts as to whether the prisoner was drunk within the .meaning of the law, inasmuch as it was particularly deposed that he could walk. The prisoner, however, admitted that he had got a little grog, and the Bench being of opinion that he had got a little too-much, sentenced him to pay the usual fine, or in default, to be elevated for four hours in the market place.

Samuel Astley, free, found lying drunk in the street, and almost naked, was sentenced to meditate for four hours in the stocks.

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The Sydney Gazette and… Saturday 28 May 1831, page 3.

Mary Folle,a weekly debutante at the Police Office, whom his Worship recommended to try an hour’s residence in a bag at tho bottom of the sea, was charged by her dearly beloved spouse with being drunk, teazing the life out of him, and threatening to dunfounder him, for which affectionate behaviour she was ordered three hours in the stocks.

Robert Mitchell, assigned to Mr. Robinson, was brought up by constable Shady, who found him ” by the side of a murmuring stream,” to wit, the gutter, reposing in the oblivious effects of Cooper’s colonial. Being asked what he had to say for himself, ” why, I was only drunk,” growled Robert Mitchell, so the Bench ordered him to be only worked on the mill.

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The Sydney Gazette and… Saturday 1 September 1832, page 3. News

Denis O’Rafferty, a rare boy from the finest gem of the sea, was charged with threatening to alitterate half a score of constables, because they advised him to go to his home, instead of breaking the peace of the King’s lieges, in which he was busily occupied by singing at the top of his voice;

” Down the lane o’er the way,

There’s a little whiskey shop,

Where you know very well.

You may get a little drop.”

The ” lane,” and the ” whisky-shop,” however, had no existence but in his fertile brain, for he was reposing at the time on the middle of the race-course. Denis now tried to look as tame as an Irishman could do, and walked off very contentedly to the stocks, to undergo a couple of hours ablution in the rain, of which, by the way, his clothes stood in some need.

She goes from one addiction to another. All are ways for her to not feel her feelings. 
Ellen Burstyn