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['The evidence that I heard totally failed to satisfy me that he / was drunk at all in what, for want of a better definition of the / term, I may call the Police Court sense. ' -- Mr. CHESTER JONES.]
When Uncle Edward comes to dine, / He drinks such quantities of wine, / You never know / How far he'll go, / Or what he'll leave unsaid; / He frequently insults his host, / And quotes things from the _Winning Post_, / Until, with sighs, / His friends arise / And bear him off to bed. / But as they leave him in his bunk, / With what a joy intense / They realise he is not drunk -- / In the Police Court sense!