To draw up in array a single day-bill Of modern dinners? where more mystery lurks, In soups or sauces, or a sole ragoût, Than witches, b-ches, or physicians, brew. LXIII. There was a goodly "soupe à la bonne femme,” (1) 66 [was, too, How shall I get this gourmand stanza through? Soupe à la Beauveau," whose relief was dory, Relieved itself by pork, for greater glory. LXIV. But I must crowd all into one grand mess LXV. Fowls " à la Condé," slices eke of salmon, With "sauces Génévoises," and haunch of venison; Wines too, which might again have slain young Ammon A man like whom I hope we sha'n't see many soon; (1) [See Almanach des Gourmands, Code Gourmand, Le Cuisinier Royal, &c. &c.] They also set a glazed Westphalian ham on, LXVI. Then there was God knows what " à l'Allemande," While great Lucullus' Robe triumphal muffles. (There's fame)-young partridge fillets, deck'd with truffles.(1) LXVII. What are the fillets on the victor's brow [arch To these? They are rags or dust. Where is the Which nodded to the nation's spoils below? Where the triumphal chariots' haughty march? Gone to where victories must like dinners go. Farther I shall not follow the research: But oh ye modern heroes with your cartridges, When will your names lend lustre e'en to partridges? (1) A dish" à la Lucullus." This hero, who conquered the East, has left his more extended celebrity to the transplantation of cherries (which he first brought into Europe), and the nomenclature of some very good dishes; and I am not sure that (barring indigestion) he has not done more service to mankind by his cookery than by his conquests. A cherry-tree may weigh against a bloody laurel: besides, he has contrived to earn celebrity from both. LXVIII. Those truffles too are no bad accessories, Follow'd by "petits puits d'amour"—a dish Which encyclopedize both flesh and fish; LXIX. The mind is lost in mighty contemplation From out the commonest demands of nature? LXX. The glasses jingled, and the palates tingled; Can't, like ripe age, in gormandize excel, (1) "Petits puits d'amour garnis des confitures," -a classical and well known dish for part of the flank of a second course. LXXI. Alas! I must leave undescribed the gibier, "Bubble and squeak" would spoil my liquid lay But I have dined, and must forego, alas! The chaste description even of a "bécasse;" LXXII. And fruits, and ice, and all that art refines may have, and you too, reader, dread it. LXXIII The simple olives, best allies of wine, I must, although a favourite "plat" of mine (1) [See antè, Vol. II. p. 9.] LXXIV. Amidst this tumult of fish, flesh, and fowl, No damsel, but a dish, as hath been said; LXXV. By some odd chance too, he was placed between Aurora and the Lady Adeline A situation difficult, I ween, For man therein, with eyes and heart, to dine. Also the conference which we have seen [him. Was not such as to encourage him to shine, For Adeline, addressing few words to him, With two transcendent eyes seem'd to look through LXXVI, I sometimes almost think that eyes have ears: This much is sure, that, out of earshot, things Are somehow echoed to the pretty dears, Of which I can't tell whence their knowledge springs. Like that same mystic music of the spheres, |