Mrs. Merdle Describes The Sufferings Of Dyspepsia And Its Remedy. But Come, Now, I Hear By The Sound Of The Ringing That Dinner Is Ready; And Time None To Spare To Finish Our Eating In Time For The Singing At Niblo'S; Or At Burton'S Drop In For A Stare. To 'Kill Time' The Object, Whatever The Source Is, And That Is The Reason We Sit At The Table And Call For Our Dinner In Slow-Coming Courses, To Kill, While We Eat, All The Time We Are Able. Though Little, I Told You, That's Worthy Your Taste You'll Find On Our Table, Pray Don't Think Us Mean-- Your Welcome Is Ample--That's Better Than Waste-- Oh! Here Comes The Soup In A Silver Tureen-- 'Tis Mock Turtle Too--So Good For Digestion: That Kills Me By Inches, The Wretched Complaint Dyspepsia--To Cure Which, I Take By Suggestion Port-Wine In The Soup, When I Feel Slightly Faint.