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therein contained. Yea, our placid friend, Piscator, stroketh 
his stomach as his anticipative eyes are turned towards 
yonder humble 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! O, ye gods on high Olympus! eShade of Epicurus! 
Let us fall to! 
The blessing of Piscator was somewhat curiously commen- 
tated—“ Thank thee for thy manifold mercies, good Lord: 
Amen. Verily a good wife is a jewel unto her husband!" 
Amen! we responded. 
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