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the breath of the placidly munching Jerseys ; and 

 after that I fell into a speculation about possible 

 future evolution of a. neglected sense, classifications 

 and systems, education, and so forth. I mused 

 of national collections of scents, as our present 

 picture-galleries ; of scent- concerts, a fantasia on 

 lime-blossom, a sea symphony, tarry and phosphoric, 

 a nocturne of garden plots in summer moonlight: 

 " Delights " (as More in Utopia) " let in at ... their 

 nostrils as the pleasant relishes and seasonings of 

 life, which nature seems to have marked out peculiarly 

 for man. . . ." Delights better appreciated, perhaps, 

 if some change of taste should abolish such modern 

 anaesthetics as patchouli and penny smokes, to say 

 nothing of the world of municipal stenches which 

 at present deprave and obtund an undeveloped sense. 

 Meanwhile I enjoy a further dimension of human 

 pleasures than a multitude of my fellows possess 

 who season their atmosphere with sempiternal Navy 

 Cut, or that perfect blend of shag and fusee in a 

 juicy clay. 



i^th. Bish's cough has during the last few days 

 been complicated with a digestive disturbance ; every- 

 thing he took, as he told me, why, it retaliated ; and 

 he reckoned as how there must have been thunder 

 about which had effervesced in his inside. In these 



