Compotator

[T]he hospitable anchorite […] dispatches an assistant to fetch a pot of four gallons from a secret corner near his bed, and the whole three set in to serious drinking. This amusement is superintended by the Friar, according to the recurrence of certain fustian words, to be repeated by every compotator in turn before he drank—a species of High Jinks, as it were, by which they regulated their potations, as toasts were given in latter times.

I shall yet think it a diminution to our happiness, to miss of half our companions and compotators of syllabub, not to have Mr. Newsham and his dogs, and his preceptors, and his dearly-beloved cousin, and his mathematics, and his Greek, and his horses.

[…] Charles Denniſon, who deſires to be remembered to you, would be rejoiced to ſee his old compotator; but as I am now ſtationary, I expect regular anſwers to the epiſtles of, yours invariably, Matt. Bramble.

Our modern Bacchanalians, whose feats are recorded by the bottle, and who insist on an equality in their rival combats, will find some ingenuity in the invention among our ancestors of their Peg-tankards, of which a few many occasionally still be found in Derbyshire: / 'They have in the inside a row of eight pins one above another, from top to bottom; […] The first person that drank was to empty the tankard to the first peg, or pin; the second was to empty to the next pin, &c. by which means the pins were so many measures to the compotators, making them all drink alike, or the same quantity; and as the distance of the pins was such as to contain a large draught of liquor, the company would be very liable by this method to get drunk, especially when, if they drank short of the pin, or beyond it, they were obliged to drink again.[…]'

Many of my readers will recollect the memorable night, on which William Pitt and his ingenious friend and jovial compotator, Harry Dundas, went into the House of Commons, in a condition usually described by the phrase "of being half seas over."

"Admirable as this ode is," says a quaint, old annotator, "I am resolved not to touch it. True I was once enamoured of Sappho, but the reprobate, and her compotator (Anacreon) having well-nigh ruined me, expect not here a syllable in even seeming commendation of either her or her works, than which, in Greece, nothing was deemed more elegant, spirited, or graceful." So moralizes Tanaquillurs Faber; with a pertinence for which, we fear, he is indebted much less to Sappho and her imaginary compotator, than to the Cyprus wherewith he was wont, both as a classic and a lover, to enliven the tedium of his erudite vigils.