oves, father as well as son, were blest with a hearty
intellectual appetite, and a strong digestion, but the son had the
more Catholic taste. He would have relished caviare, would have
ventured on laver, undeterred by its appearance, and would have
liked it. He would have eaten sausages for breakfast at Norwich,
sally-luns at Bath, sweet butter in Cumberland, orange marmalade at
Edinburgh, Findon haddocks at Aberdeen, and drunk punch with
beef-steaks to oblige the French, if they insisted upon obliging
him with a _dejeuner a l'Anglaise_."

'A good digestion turneth all to health.'

"He would have eaten squab pie in Devonshire, and the pie which is
squabber than squab in Cornwall; sheep's-head with the hair on in
Scotland, and potatoes roasted on the hearth in Ireland, frogs with
the French, pickled-herrings with the Dutch, sour-krout with the
Germans, maccaroni with the Italians, aniseed with the Spaniards,
garlic with anybody, horse-flesh with the Tartars, ass-flesh with
the Persians, dogs with the North-Western American Indians, curry
with the Asiatic East Indians, bird's-nests with the Chinese,
mutton roasted with honey with the Turks, pismire cakes on the
Orinoco, and turtle and venison with the Lord Mayor, and the turtle
and venison he would have preferred to all the other dishes,
because his taste, though Catholic, was not undiscriminating." ...

"At the time of which I am now speaking, Miss Trewbody was a maiden
lady of forty-seven in the highest state of preservation. The whole
business of her life had been to take care of a fine person, and in
this she had succeeded admirably. Her library consisted of two
books; 'Nelson's Festivals and Fasts' was one, the other was the
'Queen's Cabinet Unlocked;' and there was not a cosmetic in the
latter which she had not faithfully prepared. Thus by means, as she
believed, of distilled waters of various kinds, maydew and
buttermilk, her skin retained its beautiful texture still and much
of its smoothness, and she knew at times how to give it the
appearance of that brilliancy which it had lost. But that was a
profound secret. Miss Trewbody, remembering the example of Jezebel,
always felt conscious that she had committed a sin when she took
the rouge-box in her hand, and generally ejaculated in a low voice