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eating into which Borne little ones fall, until the diges- tive powers are impaired in their incipient action. If Bportj or exercise in the garden, led mc to desire re- freshment between the regular meals, a piece of brown bread was given me without butter, and I was content. Candies and confectionery were strangers to us primi- tive people. The stomach, that keystone of this mys- terious frame, not being unduly stimulated, no morbid tastes were formed, and no undue admixture of saccha- rine or oleaginous matter caused effervescence and dis- ease. The name of dyspepsia, with its offspring, stretching out like the line of Banquo, I never heard in early years. Spices were untasted, unless it might be a little nutmeg in the sauce of our nice puddings, which I still counted as a foe, because it " bit my tongue." When seated at the table I was never asked whether I liked or disliked aught that appeared there. It never occurred to me whether I did or not. I never doubted but what I should be fed " with food convenient for me." I was helped to what was deemed proper, and there was never any necessity, like poor Oliver Twist, to ask for more. It did not appear to me, from aught that I saw or heard, that the pleasure of eating was one of the main ends of existence. The advantages arising from early unpampered appetites, have remained with me ; for in various sicknesses to which I have been sub- jected, the stomach, and the nervous tissues dependent upon it, have seldom sympathized, and the integrity of

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