‘But the pleasures of the table, or the pleasures of under thetable, require a little variety; especially when the same five-andtwenty people sit daily down to the same board,
tods men, to discuss the same subjects, and tell the same stories. The baron grew weary,and wanted excitement. He took to quarrelling with hisgentlemen, and tried kicking two or three of them every day afterdinner. This was a pleasant change at first; but it becamemonotonous after a week or so, and the baron felt quite out ofsorts,
tods mens shoes, and cast about, in despair,
Tod's Men's Shoes, for some new amusement.
‘One night, after a day’s sport in which he had outdone Nimrodor Gillingwater, and slaughtered “another fine bear,” and broughthim home in triumph, the Baron Von Koeldwethout sat moodily atthe head of his table, eyeing the smoky roof of the hall with adiscontended aspect. He swallowed huge bumpers of wine, but themore he swallowed, the more he frowned. The gentlemen who hadbeen honoured with the dangerous distinction of sitting on hisright and left, imitated him to a miracle in the drinking, andfrowned at each other.