They were eating their evening-meal, consisting of a roasted antelope, and large flat cakes of bread.

Slaves waited on them, and filled their earthen beakers with yellow beer.

The steward cut up the great roast on the table, offered the intendant of the gardens a piece of antelope-leg, and said: [The Greeks and Romans report that the Egyptians were so addicted to satire and pungent witticisms that they would hazard property and life to gratify their love of mockery.

The scandalous pictures in the so-called kiosk of Medinet Habu, the caricatures in an indescribable papyrus at Turin, confirm these statements.

There is a noteworthy passage in Flavius Vopiscus, that compares the Egyptians to the French.] "My arms ache; the mob of slaves get more and more dirty and refractory." "I notice it in the palm-trees," said the gardener, "you want so many cudgels that their crowns will soon be as bare as a moulting bird." "We should do as the master does," said the head-groom, "and get sticks of ebony--they last a hundred years." "At any rate longer than men's bones," laughed the chief neat-herd, who had come in to town from the pioneer's country estate, bringing with him animals for sacrifices, butter and cheese.