I can liken the compound to nothing but a linseed poultice.

The resemblance was so obvious that it struck many other prisoners.

I have heard the term poultice applied to the suet pudding more than once in casual conversations in the exercise ground.

Twice a week I was entitled to meat.

On Friday, instead of the pea-soup or suet pudding, there was three ounces of Australian beef; and on Mondays _three-quarters of an ounce_ of fat bacon with some white beans.