twelve o'clock
This wine is made by filling a large pot with the lake water , and making it lukewarm . It is then handed round in jugs and wooden noggins -- to their credit be it recorded -- in the greatest possible abundance . On this alone I breakfasted , dined , and supped , during the second or prison day of my pilgrimage . At twelve o'clock that night we left prison , and made room for another squadron , who gave us their kennels . Such a luxury was sleep to me , however , that I felt not the slightest inconvenience from the vermin , though I certainly made a point to avoid the Scotchman and the cripple . On the following day I confessed ; and never was an unfortunate soul so grievously afflicted with a bad memory as I was on that occasion -- the whole thing altogether , but particularly the prison scene , had knocked me up , I could not therefore remember a tithe of my sins ; and the priest , poor man , had really so much to do , and was in such a hurry , that he had me clean absolved before I had got half through the preface , or knew what I was about . I then went with a fresh batch to receive the sacrament , which I did from the hands of the good-natured gentleman who enjoyed so richly the praying talents of the hare-lipped devotee in the prison .