"Was the fellow a fisherman ?" "His great discovery, however, if mankind would only adopt it, was the healthful one of a vegetable diet, carried out by a fixed determination not to wear any dress made up from the skins or fleeces of animals that have been slain by man, but philosophically to confine himself to plain linen as I do.

O Lord! this rheumatism will be the death of me.
Pythagoras was one of the greatest philosophers." Here the doctor threw another glass of usquebaugh into the cup which stood before the Pythagorean, which act, in consequence of his great height and short sight, he did not perceive, but imagined that he was drinking the well water.
"Philosopher," said Captain Culverin, "hob or nob, a glass with you." "With pleasure, captain," said the Pythagorean, "only I wish you would adopt my principles--a vegetable diet and _aqua pura_.
"Upon my credit," observed Father Mulrenin, "I think the _aqua pura_ is the best of it.

It is blessed water, this well water, and it ought to be so, because the parson consecrated it.

Hob or nob with me, Mr.Cooke." "With pleasure, sir," replied Mr.Cooke, again; "and I do assure you, Father Mulrenin, that I think the parson's consecration has improved the water." "Sorra doubt of it," replied the friar; "and I am sure the doctor there will support me in the article of the parson's consecration." "The great Samian," proceeded Cooke, "the great Samian--" "My dear philosopher," said the facetious friar, "never mind your great Samian, but follow up your principles and drink your water." The mischievous doctor had thrown another glass into his cup: "Drink your water, and set us all a philosophical example of sobriety." "That I always do," said the philosopher, staggering a little; "that I always do: the water is delicious, and I think my rheumatism has departed from me.

Mr.Manifold, hob or nob!" "No," replied Manifold, "confound me if I will.