A Good Appetite


A NOBLEMAN had a house-porter who was an enormous eater. Frank, said

he, one day, tell me how many loins you could eat? Ah, my lord, as

for loins, not many; five or six at most.--And how many legs of

mutton?--Ah, as for legs of mutton, not many; seven or eight,

perhaps.--And fatted pullets?--Ah, as for pullets, my lord, not

many; not more than a dozen.--And pigeons?--Ah, as for pigeons, not

many; perhaps forty--fifty at most--according to appetite.--And

larks?--Ah, as for that, my lord--little larks--for ever, my

lord--for ever!



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