"'Oil and vinegar?' exclaimed Abel.

   "'Why, yes,' said she, innocently: 'they are both vegetable substances.'

   "Abel at first looked rather foolish, but quickly recovering herself, said,—

   "'All vegetable substances are not proper for food: you would not taste the poison-oak, or sit under the upas-tree of Java.'

   "'Well, Abel,' Eunice rejoined, 'how are we to distinguish what is best for us? How are we to know

    what

   vegetables to choose, or what animal and mineral substances to avoid?'

   "'I will tell you,' he answered, with a lofty air. 'See here!' pointing to his temple, where the second pimple—either from the change of air, or because, in the excitement of the last few days, he had forgotten it—was actually healed. 'My blood is at last pure. The struggle between the natural and the unnatural is over, and I am beyond the depraved influences of my former taste. My instincts are now, therefore, entirely pure also. What is good for man to eat, that I shall have a natural desire to eat: what is bad will be naturally repelled. How does the cow distinguish between the wholesome and the poisonous herbs of the meadow? And is man less than a cow, that he cannot cultivate his instincts to an equal point? Let me walk through the woods and I can tell you every berry and root which God designed for food, though I know not its name, and have never seen it before. I shall make use of my time, during our sojourn here, to test, by my purified instinct, every substance, animal, mineral, and vegetable, upon which the human race subsists, and to create a catalogue of the True Food of Man!' ...

   "Our lazy life during the hot weather had become a little monotonous. The Arcadian plan had worked tolerably well, on the whole, for there was very little for any one to do,—Mrs. Shelldrake and Perkins Brown excepted. Our conversation, however, lacked spirit and variety. We were, perhaps unconsciously, a little tired of hearing and assenting to the same sentiments. But, one evening, about this time, Hollins struck upon a variation, the consequences of which he little foresaw. We had been reading one of Bulwer's works, (the weather was too hot for Psychology,) and came upon this paragraph, or something like it:—

   "'Ah, Behind the Veil! We see the summer smile of the Earth,—enamelled meadow and limpid 

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