CHAPTER XVI. 



** For aught I see ttey are as sick that 



Surfeit with too much, as they that starve with 

 Nothing." 



We had just finished our breakfast one 

 morning, and were lying about the court to 

 assist digestion, when I chanced to remark 

 that I considered the flesh not quite so nicely 

 cooked as usual. 



*' Your palate must be out of order," 

 returned Trimbush. '* Mark is as good a 

 boiler as ever heated a copper." 



" Still the material might have been 

 tough," said I, " and consequently required 

 longer boiling." 



*' I think not," rejoined my friend, with a 



