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Well, no one stage of suffering lasts for ever: we should grow reconciled to it at length, I suppose, if it did. The miseries of my school-days had their end; I was once more restored to the paternal dwelling. The affectionate solicitude of my parents was directed to the good-natured purpose of concealing even from myself the infirinity which haunted me. I was continually told that I was growing, and the appetite I displayed was humanely represented as being nothing more than a symptom and an effect of that. I used even to be complimented upon it.
But this tem porary fiction could not endure above a year or two. I ceased to grow, but alas! I did not cease my demands for alimentary sustenance.
Those times are long since past, and with them have ceased to exist the fond concealment, the indulgent blindness,--the delis cate over-looking the compassionate fiction. I and my infirmity are left exposed and bare to the broad, unwinking eye of the world, which nothing can elude. My meals are scanned, my mouthfuls weighed in a balance : that which appetite demands, is set down to the account of gluttony,--a sin which my whole soul abhors, nay,
which Nature herself has put it out of my power to commit. I am constitutionally disenabled from that vice; for how can he be guilty of excess, who never can get enough ? Let them cease, then, to watch my plate; and leave off their ungra. cious comparisons of it to the seven baskets of fragments, and the supernaturally-replenished cup of old Baucis; and be thankful that their more phlegmatic stomachs, not their virtue, have saved them from the like reproaches. I do not see that any of them desist from eating till the holy rage of hunger, as some one calls it, is supplied. Alas! I am doomed to stop short of that continence.
What am I to do? I am by disposition inclined to conviviality, and the social meal. I am no gourmand: I require no dainties : I should despise the board of Heliogabalus, except for its long sitting. Those vivacious, long-continued meals of the latter Ro. mans, indeed, I justly envy; but the kind of fare which the Curii and Dentati put up with, I could be content with. Dentatus I have been called, among other unsavory jests. Double-meal is another name which my acquaintance have palmed upon me, for an innocent piece of policy which I put in practice for some time without being found out; which was,-going the round of my friends, beginning with the most primitive feeders among them, who take their dinner about one o'clock, and so successively dropping in upon the next and the next, till by the time I got among my more fashionable intimates, whose hour was six or seven, I have nearly made up the body of a just and complete meal (as I reckon it), without taking more than one dinner (as DD 4
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they account of dinners) at any one person's house. Since I have been found out, I endeavour to make up by a damper, as I call it, at home, before I go out. But alas ! with me, increase of appetite truly grows by what it feeds on, What is peculiarly offensive to me at those dinner-parties is, the senseless custom of cheese, and the dessert afterwards. I have a rational antipathy to the former; and for fruit, and those other vain vegetable substitutes for meat (meat, the only legitimate aliment for human creatures since the food, as I take it to be deduced from that permission, or ordinance rather, given to Noah and his descend, ants), I hold them in perfect contempt. Hay for horses. member a pretty apologue, which Mandeville tells very much to. this purpose in his Fable of the Bees :--He brings in a Lion argu. ing with a Merchant, who had ventured to expostulate with this king of beasts upon his violent methods of feeding. The Lion thus retorts :-“ Savage I am ; but no creature can be called cruel but what either by malice or insensibility extinguishes hiş natural pity. The Lion was born without compassion; we follow the instinct of our nature; the gods have appointed us to live upon the waste and spoil of other animals, and as long as we can meet with dead ones, we never hunt after the living : 'tis only man, mischievous man, that can make death a sport, Nature taught your stomach to crave nothing but vegetables.-- (Under. favour of the Lion, if he meant to assert this universally of man, kind, it is not true. However, what he says presently is very sensible.)-Your violent fondness to change, and greater eager, ness 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 in. considerable, 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 ap.. pease it.”- Allowing for the Lion not having a prophetic instinct to take in every lusus naturæ that was possible of the humán appétitę, he was, generally speaking, in the right; and the Mer. chant was so impressed with his argument that, we are told, he replied not, but fainted away. 0, Mr. Reflectory: 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. “Ost have I tried with roots and herbs to allay the 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 acquaintauce pride themselves upon. I ugers !--I thank heaven, I was never mercenary, nor could consent to prostitute a gift (though but a lefthanded one) of nature, to the enlarging of my worldly substance; prudent as the necessities, which that fatal gift have involved me in, might have made such a prostitution to appear in the eyes of an indelicate world, · Rather let me say, that to the satisfaction of that talent which was given me, I have been content to sacrifice no common expectations; for such I had from an old lady, a near relation of our family, in whose good graces I had the fortune to stand, till one fatal evening
You have seen, Mr. Reflector, if you have ever passed your time much in country towns, the kind of suppers which elderly ladies in those places have lying in petto in an adjoining parlour, next to that where they are entertaining their periodically-invited coevals with cards and muffins. The cloth is usually spread some half-hour before the final rubber is decided, whence they adjourn to sup upon what may emphatically be called nothing. sliver of ham, purposely contrived to be transparent to shew the china-dish through it, neighbouring a slip of invisible brawn, which abuts upon something they call a tartlet, as that is bravely supported by an atom of marmalade, flanked in its turn by a grain of potted beef, with a power of such dishlings, minims of hospitality, spread in defiance of human nature, or rather with an utter ignorance of what it demands. Being engaged at one of these card-parties, I was obliged to go a little before supper-time (as they facetiously call the point of time in which they are taking these shadowy refections), and the old lady, with a sort of fear shining through the smile of courteous hospitality that beamed in her countenance, begged me to step into the next room and take something before I went out in the cold,---a proposal which lay not in my nature to deny. Indignant at the airy prospect I saw before me, I set to, and in a trice dispatched the whole meal intended for eleven persons-fish, flesh, fowl, pastry,-to the sprigs of garnishing parsley, and the last fearful custard that quaked upon the board. I need not describe the consternation when in due time the dowagers adjourned from their cards. Where was the supper?-and the servants' answer,
Mr. - had eat it all. That freak, however, jested me out of a good three hundred pounds a year, which I afterwards was in, formed for a certainty the old lady meant to leave me. I mention it not in illustration of the unhappy faculty which I am possessed of; for any unlucky wag of a school-boy, with a tolerable appetite, could have done as much without feeling any hurt after it, only that you may judge whether I am a man likely to set my talent to sale, or to require the pitiful stimulus of a wager.
I have read in Pliny, or in some author of that stamp, of a reptile in Africa, whose venom is of that hot, destructive quality, that wheresoever it fastens its tooth, the whole substance of the animal that has been bitten in a few seconds is reduced to dust, crumbles away, and absolutely disappears: it is called from this quality, the Annihilator. Why am I forced to seek, in all the most prodigious and portentous facts of Natural History, for creatures typical of myself. I am thut snake, that Annihilator : " wherever I fasten, in a few seconds
O happy sick men, that are groaning under the want of that very thing, the excess of which is my torment! O fortunate, too fortunate, if you knew your happiness, Invalids! What would I not give to exchange this fierce concoctive and digestive heat, this rabid fury which vexes me, which tears and torments me, for your quiet, mortified, hermit-like, subdued, and sanctified stomachs,-your cool, chastened inclinations, and coy desires for food!
To what unhappy figuration of the parts intestine I owe this unnatural craving, I must leave to the, Anatomists and the Phy, sicians to determine : they, like the rest of the world, have doubt. less their eye upon me; and as I have been cut up alive by the sarcasms of my friends, so I shudder when I contemplate the pro. bability that this animal frame, when its restless appetites shall have ceased their importunity, may be cut up also (horrible suggestion !), to determine in what system of solids or fluids this original sin of my constitution lay lurking. What work will they make with their acids and alkalines, their serums and coagulums, effervescences, viscous matter, bile, chyle, and acrimonious juices, to explain that cause which Nature, who willed the effect to punish me for my sins, may no less have determined to keep in the dark from them, to punish them for their presumption.
You may ask, Mr. Reflector, to what purpose is my appeal to you; what can you do for me? Alas ! I know too well that my case is out of the reach of advice, out of the reach of consola. tion. But it is some relief to the wounded heart to impart its tale of misery; and some of my acquaintance, who may read my case in your pages under a borrowed name, may be induced to give it a more humane consideration than I could ever yet obtain from them under my own. Make them, if possible, to reflect, that an original peculiarity of coustitution is no crime; that not that which goes into the mouth desecrates a man, but that which comes out of itz--such as sarcasm, bitter jests, mocks and taunts, and ill-natured observations; and let them consider, if there be such things (which we have all heard of) as Pious Treachery, Innocent Adultery, &c. whether there may not be also such a thing as Innocent Gluttony. I shall only subscribe myself, your afflicted servant,
ART. XIX.--Hospita on the immoderate Indulgence of the
Pleasures of the Pulate.
MR. REFLECTOR, My Husband and I are fond of company, and being in easy cire cumstances, we are seldom without a party to dinner two or three days in a week. The utmost cordiality has hitherto prevailed at our meetings; but there is a young gentleman, a near relation of my husband's, that has lately come among us, whose preposterous behaviour bids fair, if not timely checked, to disturb our tranquillity. He is too great a favourite with my husband in other respects, for me to remonstrate with him in any other than this distant way. A Letter printed in your publication may catch his eye; for he is a great reader, and makes a point of seeing all the new things that come out. Indeed he is by no means deficient in understanding. My husband says that he has a good deal of wit; but for my part I cannot say I am any judge of that, having seldom observed him open his mouth except for purposes very foreign to conversation. In short, Sir, this young gentleman's failing is, an immoderate indulgence of his palate. The first time he dined with us, he thought it necessary to extenuate the length of time he kept the dinner on the table, by declaring that he had taken a very long walk in the morning, and caine in fasting; but as that excuse could not serve above once or twice at most, he has latterly dropped the mask altogether, and chosen to appear in his own proper colours without reserve or apology.
You cannot imagine how unpleasant his conduct has become. Ilis way of staring at the dishes as they are brought in, has abso. lutely something immodest in it; it is like the stare of an impu. dent man of fashion at a fine woman, when she first comes into a I am positively in pain for the dishes, and cannot help