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mdely scraped in a bank, is all the home that hk 

 imagination can conceive or his needs require. 



But however widely different may be the polished 

 exquisite of London society, and the rude savage of the 

 antipodes, they both agree in one absolute want 



HATCHEKQ-TUOUGHS IX GREEXH00SES. 



namely, that they must eat or die ; and if we trace 

 effects to their causes, we shall find that our lamented 

 friend Soyer was not very far wrong in considering the 

 culinary art to be the mother of civilisation. 



As with individuals, so with nations, which, after 



