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4 GOA AND THE BLUE MOUNTAINS.
designate a " chintz," and its companion, the lesser
abomination, do contribute to your general discom-
fort. Still these are transient evils, at least com-
pared with the permanent satisfaction of having
"passed the Medical Board"—a committee of
ancient gentlemen who never will think you suffi-
ciently near death to meet your wishes-—of having
escaped the endless doses of the garrison surgeon,
who has probably, for six weeks, been bent upon
trying the effects of the whole Materia Medica upon
your internal and external man—of enduring the
diurnal visitation of desperate duns who threaten
the bailiff without remorse; and to crown the
climax of your happiness, the delightful prospect
of two quiet years, during which you may call life
your own, lie in bed half or the whole day if you
prefer it, and forget the very existence of such
things as pipeclay and parade, the Court Martial and
the Commander-in-chief. So if you are human,
your heart bounds, and whatever its habits of
grumbling may be, your tongue involuntarily owns
that it is a joyful moment when you scramble over
the side of your pattimar. And now, having con-
vinced you of that fact, we will request you to walk
up stairs with us, and sit upon the deck by our
side, there to take one parting look at the boasted
designate a " chintz," and its companion, the lesser
abomination, do contribute to your general discom-
fort. Still these are transient evils, at least com-
pared with the permanent satisfaction of having
"passed the Medical Board"—a committee of
ancient gentlemen who never will think you suffi-
ciently near death to meet your wishes-—of having
escaped the endless doses of the garrison surgeon,
who has probably, for six weeks, been bent upon
trying the effects of the whole Materia Medica upon
your internal and external man—of enduring the
diurnal visitation of desperate duns who threaten
the bailiff without remorse; and to crown the
climax of your happiness, the delightful prospect
of two quiet years, during which you may call life
your own, lie in bed half or the whole day if you
prefer it, and forget the very existence of such
things as pipeclay and parade, the Court Martial and
the Commander-in-chief. So if you are human,
your heart bounds, and whatever its habits of
grumbling may be, your tongue involuntarily owns
that it is a joyful moment when you scramble over
the side of your pattimar. And now, having con-
vinced you of that fact, we will request you to walk
up stairs with us, and sit upon the deck by our
side, there to take one parting look at the boasted