mily journeying from Dublin to London, Vanessa
accidentally spilt her coffee in the chimney-place at a certain inn,
which Swift considered a premonition of their growing friendship.
Writing from Clogher, Swift reminds Vanessa:

Remember that riches are nine parts in ten of all that is good in
life, and health is the tenth--drinking coffee comes long after,
and yet it is the eleventh, but without the two former you cannot
drink it right.

In another letter he writes facetiously, in memory of her playful
badinage:

I long to drink a dish of coffee in the sluttery and hear you dun
me for a secret, and "Drink your coffee; why don't you drink your
coffee?"

Leigh Hunt had very pleasant things to say about coffee, giving to it
the charm of appeal to the imagination, which he said one never finds in
tea. For example:

Coffee, like tea, used to form a refreshment by itself, some hours
after dinner; it is now taken as a digester, right upon that meal
or the wine, and sometimes does not even close it; or the digester
itself is digested by a liquor of some sort called a _Chasse-Cafe_
[coffee-chaser]. We like coffee better than tea for taste, but tea
"for a constancy." To be perfect in point of relish (we do not say
of wholesomeness) coffee should be strong and hot, with little milk
and sugar. It has been drunk after this mode in some parts of
Europe, but the public have nowhere, we believe, adopted it. The
favorite way of taking it at a meal, abroad, is with a great
superfluity of milk--very properly called, in France _cafe au lait_
(coffee _to the_ milk). One of the pleasures we receive in drinking
coffee is that, being the universal drink in the East, it reminds
of that region of the "Arabian Nights" as smoking does for the same
reason; though neither of these refreshments, which are identified
with Oriental manners, is to be found in that enchanting work. They
had not been discovered when it was written; the drink then was
sherbet. One can hardly fancy what a Turk or a Persian could have
done without coffee and a pipe, any more than the English ladies
and gentlemen, before the civil wars, without tea for breakfast.

In his old age, Immanuel Kant, the great metaphysician, became extremely
fond of coffee; and Thomas de Quincey relates a little incident showing
Kant's great eagerness for the