CHAPTER XCV.
That Jolly Old Lord Borabolla Laughs On Both Sides Of His Face "A very good palace, this, coz, for you and me," said waddling old Borabolla to Media, as, returned from our excursion, he slowly lowered himself down to his mat, sighing like a grampus.
By this, he again made known the vastness of his hospitality, which led him for the nonce to parcel out his kingdom with his guests.
But apart from these extravagant expressions of good feeling, Borabolla was the prince of good fellows.

His great tun of a person was indispensable to the housing of his bullock-heart; under which, any lean wight would have sunk.

But alas! unlike Media and Taji, Borabolla, though a crowned king, was accounted no demi-god; his obesity excluding him from that honor.

Indeed, in some quarters of Mardi, certain pagans maintain, that no fat man can be even immortal.
A dogma! truly, which should be thrown to the dogs.

For fat men are the salt and savor of the earth; full of good humor, high spirits, fun, and all manner of jollity.