The theatre over, they would repair to some cloudy tavern, full of noise and smoke, and the glare of gaslight โ€” redolent of the fragrant fumes of tobacco, gin, and porter, intermingled with the tempting odors of smoking kidneys, mutton-chops, beefsteaks, oysters, stewed cheese, toasted cheese, Welsh rabbits ; where those who are chained to the desk and the counter during the day, revel in the license of the hour, and eat, and drink, and smoke to the highest point either of excitement or stupefaction, and enter into all the slang of the day โ€” of the turf, the ring, the cockpit, the theatres โ€” and shake their sides at comic songs.

Samuel Warren, Ten Thousand A-Year
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