His servant helps him to dress, he
walks on a soft carpet to his breakfast-table, his wife pours out his tea,
and his servant hands him his toast. After breakfast the doctor advises a
little gentle exercise in the carriage for an hour or so. At dinner-time he
sits down to a table groaning beneath the weight of heterogeneous luxury:
there he rests upon a chair for three or four hours, eats, drinks and talks
(often unmeaningly) till tea is announced. He proceeds slowly to the
drawing-room, and there spends best part of his time in sitting, till his
wife tempts him with something warm for supper. After supper he still
remains on his chair at rest till he retires to rest for the night. He
mounts leisurely upstairs upon a carpet, and enters his bedroom: there, one
would hope that at least he mutters a prayer or two, though perhaps not on
bended knee. He then lets himself drop in to a soft and downy bed, over
which has just passed the comely Jenny's warming-pan. Now, could the Indian
in his turn see this, he would call the white men a lazy, indolent set.
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