It seems he had taken a light breakfast, bacon, An cee, with a little broiled haddock; at A Sam and a half of some hot buttered toast With a slice of cold sirloin from yesterday's roast—Sir Thomas's breakfast, from the Ingoldsby Legends.
If memory serves, some ill befell Sir Thomas, the insinuation being that it was due th the abovementioned breakfast. Certainly something is lacking in it—could he have washed: it down with beer? Beer is glorious in its place, but on the breakfast table, according to modern ideas, it becomes simply dank. Could the smell of beer mix agreeably with that of frizzling bacon? Not before nine o'clock in the morning. Coffee, now—that is another matter. Coffee has an aroma—it insinuates itself through bedroom keyholes. and under bedroom doors. Who could lie abed when coffee calls? Buy it fresh ground and in small quantities—for its aroma is' ephemeral and disappears with each opening of the container—and let its quality be of the best. But a few cents stand between good coffee and bad. Poor quality coffee may well call forth Mark Twain's remark to a steward on board ship: "If this is coffee, bring me tea; if it is tea bring me coffee." some advertisers use showing a cup of cocoa with a delicious-looking froth on it? That is what cocoa should be and what it can be if you follow the directions, and err on the side of generosity. There is no excuse for a flat cup of mud-coloured cocoa. Don't try to be "economical" when you are making it. A tin of cocoa costs less and does more good than a bottle of cough mixture.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.