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can conveniently take or digest, all sorts of iintliought-of evils 

 intervene. ' India, my boy,' said an Irishman to a friend on 

 his arrival at Calcutta^ ' is just the finest climate under the 

 sun ; but a pack of young fellows come out here, and they ate 

 and they ate, and they drink and they drink, and they die ; 

 and then they write home to their friends, and they say, *■' it's the 

 climate that has killed them." ' 



" The only sure and certain means by which a man can 

 maintain his health is to adopt the system of the Scotchman, 

 who, when asked by a friend why he invariably wore a X)laid 

 26*a«sfcc»«f, replied, '"Why? That I may always keep a clieck 

 on my Stomach ! '" 



THE END. 



