An English Luncheon

i Ou one such occasion I saw a company of poets, pliilosophers and fanatics at table presided over by a young lady, the daughter of the house. Isatthere wiping my forehead (they do the eating, I the perspiring) as I saw slices of beef disappearing with vegetables, mustard, etc. The host then asked me what I thought of the f ood and the mode of eating. I replied instinctively , ' 'It is horrible !" This reply set the gentlemen roaringand my hostess blushing. How can a little stomach liold such an enomous lunch? Even women and children take large quantities. What vitality these people have, to be sure! The waste of vitality iu their climate and under their conditions of life must be enormous. Ithasof coursetobereplaced.