before proceeding to execution, we broached the bottle of champagne, which oberon had provided for keeping up his spirits in this doleful business. we swallowed each a tumblerful, in sparkling commotion; it went bubbling down our throats, and brightened my eyes at once, but left my friend sad and heavy as before. he drew the tales towards him, with a mixture of natural affection and natural disgust, like a father taking a deformed infant into his arms.