through a dark entry they find a broom behind the door; and Eve, who
comprises the whole nature of womanhood, has a dim idea that it is
an instrument proper for her hand. In another apartment they behold
a canopied bed, and all the appliances of luxurious repose. A heap
of forest-leaves would he more to the purpose. They enter the
nursery, and are perplexed with the sight of little gowns and caps,
tiny slices, and a cradle, amid the drapery of which is still to be
seen the impress of a baby's form. Adam slightly notices these
trifles; but Eve becomes involved in a fit of mute reflection from
which it is hardly possible to rouse her.

By a most unlucky arrangement there was to have been a grand dinner-
party in this mansion on the very day when the whole human family,
including the invited guests, were summoned to the unknown regions
of illimitable space. At the moment of fate, the table was actually
spread, and the company on the point of sitting down. Adam and Eve
come unbidden to the banquet; it has now been some time cold, but
otherwise furnishes them with highly favorable specimens of the
gastronomy of their predecessors. But it is difficult to imagine
the perplexity of the unperverted couple, in endeavoring to find
proper food for their first meal, at a table where the cultivated
appetites of a fashionable party were to have been gratified. Will
Nature teach them the mystery of a plate of turtle-soup? Will she
embolden them to attack a haunch of venison? Will she initiate them
into the merits of a Parisian pasty, imported by the last steamer
that ever crossed the Atlantic? Will she not, rather, bid them turn
with disgust from fish, fowl, and flesh, which, to their pure
nostrils, steam with a loathsome odor of death and corruption?--
Food? The bill of fare contains nothing which they recognize as
such.