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therein contained. Yea, our placid friend, Piscator, stroketh 

 his stomach as his anticipative eyes are turned towards 

 yonder humhle looking house. Let us descend. What have 

 we here, our tidy hostess? Fresh green peas — a salmon 

 trout — a delicate steak of venison — strawberries, currants, 

 cream ! 0, ye gods on high Olympus ! Shade of Epicurus ! 

 Let us fall to ! 



The blessing of Piscator was somewhat curiously commen- 

 tated — " Thank thee for thy manifold mercies, good Lord: 

 Amen. Yerily a good wife is a jewel unto her husband !'* 

 Amen ! we responded. 



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