tseu, quot;one looks,

    and one does not see; one listens, and one does not s,

    and one does not kno;  inguishe

    true savor of ton;

    cannot be otan may go to  h

    as gross an appetite as ever an alderman to urtle.  Not t

    food o t tite

    is eaten.  It is neity nor tity,

    but tion to sensual savors;

    a viand to sustain our animal, or inspire our spiritual life, but

    food for t possess us.  If ter aste for

    mud-turtles, muskrats, and otidbits, the fine lady

    indulges a taste for jelly made of a calfs foot, or for sardines

    from over to the mill-pond, she

    to .  they, how you and I, can

    live tly life, eating and drinking.

    Our lingly moral.  there is never an

    instants truce betue and vice.  Goodness is the only

    investment t never fails.  In the harp which

    trembles round t is ting on thrills

    us.  travelling patterer for the Universes

    Insurance Company, recommending its latle goodness is

    all t t  last grows

    indifferent, t indifferent, but are

    forever on t sensitive.  Listen to every zephyr

    for some reproof, for it is surely tunate who

    does not .  e cannot toucring or move a stop but the

    cransfixes us.  Many an irksome noise, go a long way

    off, is  satire on the meanness of our

    lives.

    e are conscious of an animal in us, wion

    as our ure slumbers.  It is reptile and sensual, and

    pe