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sated for the temporary loss of rest by so novel a 

 serenade. 



On the following day we had again to wait an 

 interminable time for breakfast. AVhen it made its 

 appearance it was a far more elaborate repast than 

 dinner ; six or seven of the little round tables followed 

 one another ; the meat and soup were succeeded by 

 a sort of cheese-cake and honey, a most delectable 

 mixture ; then chicken, curried with a sauce of re- 

 markable and indescribable flavour, but by no means 

 unpalatable ; then rice and milk, and then yougli- 

 ourt, or curds - and - whey, the invariable finale. 

 After we had done justice to each successive table, 

 it was handed over to the servants, who did not fail 

 to clear it of the debris. These breakfasts by no 

 means conduced to a long day's ride, and our late 

 hours involved short journeys ; still, it would have 

 been considered an unpardonable breach of hospital- 

 ity to start without breakfast, or to suggest a dinner 

 which did not involve the slaughter of a sheep ; and 

 as we were the first specimens of English our enter- 

 tainers had ever seen, we did not wish to give them 

 an unfavourable impression of the race by any con- 

 duct which should brusquer their prejudices. The 

 consequence was, that we kept most fashionable hours : 

 breakfast at ten, luncheon at half-past two, a cup of 

 tea after our ride on arrival about six, and dinner at 

 nine or ten. Our host accompanied us during the 

 first part of the day's journey. The path again 



