'All these good things are meant to eat, I s'pose,' added he: 'cakes, and sweets, and jellies without end: and as to your sideboard,' said he, turning round and looking at it, 'it's a match for any Lord Mayor's.

A round of beef, a ham, a tongue, and is that a goose or a turkey ?' 'A turkey, my lord,' replied Springwheat; 'home-fed, my lord.' 'Ah, home-fed, indeed!' ejaculated his lordship, with a shake of the head: 'home-fed: wish I could feed at home.

The man who said that E'en from the peasant to the lord, The turkey smokes on every board, told a big un, for I'm sure none ever smokes on mine.' 'Take a little here to-day, then,' observed Mr.Springwheat, cutting deep into the white breast.
'I will,' replied his lordship, 'I will: and a slice of tongue, too,' added he.
'There are some hot sausingers comin',' observed Mr.Springwheat.
'You _don't_ say so,' replied his lordship, apparently thunderstruck at the announcement.

'Well, I must have all three.

By Jove, Jack!' said he, appealing to his friend, 'but you've lit on your legs coming here.