CHAPTER XX.
Babbalanja Quotes From An Antique Pagan; And Earnestly Presses It Upon The Company, That What He Recites Is Not His, But Another's Journeying on, we stopped by a gurgling spring, in a beautiful grove; and here, we stretched out on the grass, and our attendants unpacked their hampers, to provide us a lunch.
But as for that Babbalanja of ours, he must needs go and lunch by himself, and, like a cannibal, feed upon an author; though in other respects he was not so partial to bones.
Bringing forth the treasure he had buried in his bosom, he was soon buried in it; and motionless on his back, looked as if laid out, to keep an appointment with his undertaker.
"What, ho! Babbalanja!" cried Media from under a tree, "don't be a duck, there, with your bill in the air; drop your metaphysics, man, and fall to on the solids.

Do you hear ?" "Come, philosopher," said Mohi, handling a banana, "you will weigh more after you have eaten." "Come, list, Babbalanja," cried Yoomy, "I am going to sing." "Up! up! I say," shouted Media again.

"But go, old man, and wake him: rap on his head, and see whether he be in." Mohi, obeying, found him at home; and Babbalanja started up.
"In Oro's name, what ails you, philosopher?
See you Paradise, that you look so wildly ?" "A Happy Life! a Happy Life!" cried Babbalanja, in an ecstasy.

"My lord, I am lost in the dream of it, as here recorded.

Marvelous book! its goodness transports me.