ǐĬand the Reverend Doctor Gaster[1], who, though of course neither a philosopher nor a man of taste, had so won on the Squire's fancy, by a learned dissertation on the art of stuffing a turkey, that he concluded no Christmas party would be complete without him. The conversation among these illuminati soon became animated; and Mr. Foster, who, we must observe, was a thin gentleman, about thirty years of age, with an aquiline nose, black eyes, white teeth, and black hair—took occasion to panegyrize the vehicle in which they were then travelling, and observed what remarkable improvements had been made in the means of facilitating intercourse between distant parts of the kingdom: he held
- ↑ Gaster: scilicet Γαστηρ—Venter,—et præterea nihil.
mology: αιεν εξ ισων—Ιεν εξ ισων—Ιεν εκ ισων—Ιεν ᾽κ ισων—Ιενκισων—Ienkison—Jenkison.
