rkey to-day, and say, 'This also is
vanity.' What is the life of man without creature-comforts, and the
stomach of the son of man with no aid from the tin kitchen? Despise not
the day of small things, while there are pullets on the spit, and let
every fowl have fair play, between the jaws of thy philosophy. Are not
puddings made to be sliced, and pie-crust to be broken? Go thy ways,
then, according to good sense, good cheer, good appetite, the Governor's
proclamation, and every other good thing under the sun;--render thanks
for all the good things of this life, and good cookery among the rest;
eat, drink, and be merry; make not a lean laudation of the bounties of
Providence, but let a lively gusto follow a long grace. Feast
thankfully, and feast hopingly; feast in good will to all mankind,
Grahamites included; feast in the full and joyous persuasion, that while
the earth remaineth, seed-time and harvest, dinner-time, pudding-time,
and supper-time, are not likely to go out of fashion;--feast with
exulting confidence in the continuance of cooks, kitchens, and orthodox
expounders of Scripture and the constitution in our ancient, blessed,
and fat-sided commonwealth--feast, in short, like a good Christian,
proving all things, relishing all things, hoping all things, expecting
all things, and enjoying all things. Let a good stomach for dinner go
hand in hand with a good mind for sound doctrine. Let us all be thankful
that a gracious Providence hath furnished each and all with a wholesome
and bountiful dinner this day; and, if there be none so furnished, let
him now make it known, and we will instantly contribute thereto of our
separate abundance. There are none who murmur--we all, therefore, have a
thanksgiving dinner waiting for us; let us hie home cheerily, and in a
becoming spirit of mirth and devotion partake thereof.

The windows of the little meeting-house were up to let in the pleasant
sunshine; and the very horses who were within hearing of his voice,
seemed by the pricking up of their brown ears to relish and approve of
his discourse. The Captain's city nag, as wide awake as any, seemed to
address himself to an acquaintance of a heavy bay plougher, who stood at
the same post, and laying their heads together for the better part of
the sermon, they appeared to regard it, as far as they caught its
meaning, as sound doctrine, particularly acknowledging that this was as
fine a thanksgiving morning as they (who had been old