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ned by the genius of Epicurus himself. Their 

 culinary dainties are so attractive and irresistible, 

 that it requires the fortitude of a Cornaro, to retire 

 from table, without having sinned grievously 

 against the welfare of your stomach. 



Often, on sitting me down to table, I reflect an 

 Circe's entertainments by way of warning. We are 

 told her fascinations were so powerful, that there 

 was no resisting them, except by the guests being 

 tied down in their places. She lived in the Medi- 

 terranean, and turned all the sailors of Ulysses into 

 swine. 



In these hotels you may see enfeebled warriors, 

 once all powerful on the field of Mars, now armed 

 with knife and fork in lieu of battle-axe ; and 

 dispatching dish after dish, with never tiring jaws: 

 whilst some hungry dame across the table, quite 

 forgetful of her injured health, sets seriously to 

 work, and like Penelope of old, unravels the web 

 of health towards nightfall, after having assidu- 

 ously worked at it during the morning-tide. 



Thus are all professed attempts to renovate a 

 frame, which has been broken in upon by disease, 

 or enfeebled by unhealthy climates, rendered utterly 

 abortive. The disappointed sufferer leaves the city 

 in surly disappointment; — never perhaps reflecting, 

 that his own carnivorous propensities, have been 



