However, what he says presently is very sensible.)--Your violent fondness to change, and greater eagerness after novelties, have prompted you to the destruction of animals without justice or necessity.

The Lion has a ferment within him, that consumes the toughest skin and hardest bones, as well as the flesh of all animals without exception.

Your squeamish stomach, in which the digestive heat is weak and inconsiderable, won't so much as admit of the most tender parts of them, unless above half the concoction has been performed by artificial fire beforehand; and yet what animal have you spared, to satisfy the caprices of a languid appetite?
Languid, I say; for what is man's hunger if compared with the Lion's?
Yours, when it is at the worst, makes you faint; mine makes me mad: oft have I tried with roots and herbs to allay the violence of it, but in vain: nothing but large quantities of flesh can any ways appease it."-- Allowing for the Lion not having a prophetic instinct to take in every lusus naturae that, was possible of the human appetite, he was, generally speaking, in the right; and the Merchant was so impressed with his argument that, we are told, he replied not, but fainted away.

O, Mr.Reflector, that I were not obliged to add, that the creature who thus argues was but a type of me! Miserable man! _I am that Lion!_ "Oft have I tried with roots and herbs to allay that violence, but in vain; nothing but----." Those tales which are renewed as often as the editors of papers want to fill up a space in their unfeeling columns, of great eaters,--people that devour whole geese and legs of mutton _for wagers_,--are sometimes attempted to be drawn to a parallel with my case.

This wilful confounding of motives and circumstances, which make all the difference of moral or immoral in actions, just suits the sort of talent which some of my acquaintance pride themselves upon.