Thus, then, though funguses are not to be considered unwholesome, they are, like other good things, to be eaten with discretion and not _à discrétion_. “If you live an indolent life, are a sybarite in your heart, or should some violent passions (choler, jealousy, or revenge) be dealing with you, take care in such a case how you eat ragouts of truffles or of mushrooms; but if, on the contrary, your health be good, your life temperately prudent, your temper even, and your mind serene, then (provided you like them) you may eat of these luxuries without the slightest apprehension of their disagreeing with you.” M. Roques adds, and with truth, “it is the wine, surcharged with alcohol, of which men drink largely, in order, as they say, to relish and digest their mushrooms and made-dishes, that disagrees with the stomach, and that will, ere long, produce those visceral obstructions, and those nephritic ailments, at once so grievous to bear and so difficult to get rid of.”[78] If the reader shall retain _one_ word of the following homely lines, and that word the last, so as to remember it in place, he will owe us no fee, and it will save him many a bitter draught:— Lies the last meal all undigested still? Does chyle impure your poisoned lacteals fill? Does Gastrodynia’s tiny gimlet bore, Where the crude load obstructs the rigid door? Or does the fiery heartburn flay your throat? Do darkling specks before your eyeballs float? Do fancied sounds invade your startled ear? Does the stopt heart oft wake to pulseless fear? Your days all listless, and your nights all dream, Of Pustule, Ecchymose, and Emphyseme; Till ruthless surgeon shall your paunch explore, And mark each spot with mischief mottled o’er; Does all you suffer quite surpass belief? Has oft-tried soda ceased to give relief? Has bismuth failed, nor tonics eased your pain? Have Chambers, Watson, both been teased in vain? In case so cross—what cure?—but one: _Refrain_!