A great ham stuck with cloves, as Saint Sebastian was with arrows, was again offered for martyrdom.

It would have been a pleasant sight for a medical man of a speculative turn to have seen the prospect before the Colonel's family of the next week's breakfasts, dinners, and suppers.

The trail that one of these great rural parties leaves after it is one of its most formidable considerations.

Every door-handle in the house is suggestive of sweetmeats for the next week, at least.

The most unnatural articles of diet displace the frugal but nutritious food of unconvulsed periods of existence.