A Rhapsody On A Mutton Chop

When a primitive mau wants breakfast, he takes a sheep, kneels npon it, holds it between his legs, and cuts its throat. He skins it, and, taking a slico out of it, fries it on the coals for breakfast. We also demand not less imperatively cutlets for our breakf ast, but we manage it another way. We procure an individual sorne way off tokill the beast, and another out of our sight to cook it. We have a paper frill put round the bone to disguise it, and set a pot of flowers straight before us to look at while we eat it - but to the sheep - to the sheep - it can make little difference which way it is eaten! We still do our ■unclean work, but we do it by proxy. And it may be questioned whether what we gain in refinement we have not lost in siacerity.