He has no moral courage, poor fellow, and knows not how to deny his appetite." "You never did such a wasteful thing in your life, Byam, I'll warrant," said the parson, smiling; "and yet some say that you have been a profligate." "I know it," replied the gourmand, shaking his head; "and I forgive them.

They call me a slave to my stomach; if it be so, I at least serve a master of some capacity, which is not the case with every body." "You are saying something about _me_, you big fat man," cried Carew, from the other end of the table, and his voice had a very unpleasant grasp in it.

"Come, out with it!" "If our venerable friend does not stoop to deception," whispered the parson into Yorke's ear, "he will now find himself in an ugly hole." "I was observing that you did not eat your lamperns, Squire," said the stout gentleman, "and remarked that you were in no want of a feeder." "What's a feeder ?" returned the host, ill-temperedly.

"If it's a bib, you'll soon want one yourself, for, egad, you're getting near your second childhood!" "It must have been my plumpness and innocence which suggested that idea," responded the other, smiling.

"But if you have never known a feeder, you have missed a great advantage, Squire.