C H A P. XXXIII. O Blessed health ! cried my father, making an exclamation, as he turned over the leaves to the next chap- ter, -- thou art above all gold and trea- sure ; 'tis thou who enlargest the soul, -- and openest all its powers to receive in- struction and to relish virtue. -- He that has thee, has little more to wish for ; -- and he that is so wretched as to want thee, -- wants every thing with thee.   I have concentrated all that can be said upon this important head, said my              I 3              father, [ 118 ] father, into a very little room, therefore we'll read the chapter quite thro'.   My father read as follows.   `` The whole secret of health depend- `` ing upon the due contention for ma- `` stery betwixt the radical heat and the `` radical moisture'' -- You have proved that matter of fact, I suppose, above, said Yorick. Sufficiently, replied my father.   In saying this, my father shut the book, -- not as if he resolved to read no more of it, for he kept his forefinger in the chapter :  --  nor pettishly, -- for he shut the book slowly ; his thumb resting, when he had done it, upon the upper- side of the cover, as his three fingers sup- ported the lower-side of it, without the least compressive violence. --                1              I [ 119 ]   I have demonstrated the truth of that point, quoth my father, nodding to Yo- rick, most sufficiently in the preceding chapter.   Now could the man in the moon be told, that a man in the earth had wrote a chapter, sufficiently demonstrating, That the secret of all health depended upon the due contention for mastery betwixt the radical heat and the radical moisture, -- and that he had managed the point so well, that there was not one single word wet or dry upon radical heat or radical moisture, throughout the whole chap- ter, -- or a single syllable in it, pro or con, directly or indirectly, upon the con- tention betwixt these two powers in any part of the animal oeconomy --     `` O thou eternal maker of all beings !'' -- he would cry, striking his breast with his right hand, (in case he had one) --              I 4              `` Thou [ 120 ] `` Thou whose power and goodness can `` enlarge the faculties of thy creatures to `` this infinite degree of excellence and `` perfection, -- What have we MOON- `` ITES done ?''