ndition that the joint Arts of Poetry and Cooky are able to reprefer him. There is a fcene the greatest horror, and moft moving to comfion, of any thing that I have feen amongst the oderns: "Talks of no pyramids of fowl, or bifks of fish," is nothing to it; for here we fee innocent perfon, unlefs punished for his moer's and housekeeper's extravagance, as was faid fore, in their mushrooms, mangoes, bamboons, tchup, and anchovies, reduced to the extremity eating his cheese ruithout bread, and having no her drink but water. For be and bis boy, with vo faddles on bis back and wallet, came into a walk confufed trees, where an owl bollows, a bear and pard walk across the defert at a diftance, and yet ey venture in; where Valentine accofts his boy ith thefe lines, which would draw tears from y thing that is not marble: "Boy. There is nothing left in the wallet but one piece of cheese. What fhall we do for bread? "VAL. When we have flept, we will feek out "Some roots that fhall fupply that doubt. 66 "be a nurse, a tender nurse, to him." Nor do bleffings come alone; for the good mother, having refrefbed bim with warm baths, and kept him tenderly in the boufe, orders Favourite, with repeated injunctions, "to get the best entertainment she ever yet provided, to confider what he has and "what she wants, and to get all ready in few "hours." And fo this moft regular work is concluded with a dance and a wedding-dinner. L cannot believe there was any thing ever more of a piece than the comedy. Some perfons may admire your meagre tragedies; but give me a play where there is a profpect of good meat or good wine ftirring in every act of it. Though I am confident the Author had written this Play and printed it long before the "Art "of Cookery" was thought of, and I had never read it till the other Poem was very nearly perfected; yet it is admirable to fee how a true rule will be adapted to a good work, or a good work to a true rule. I fhould be heartily glad, for the fake of the public, if our Poets, for the future, would make use of so good an example. I doubt not but, whenever you or 1 write Comedy, we shall obferve it. I have just now met with a furprising happiness; a Friend that has feen two of Dr. Lifter's Works, one "De Buccinis Fluviatilibus et Marinis Ex ercitatio," an Exercitation of Sea and River "Boy. But no drink, Mafter? Shell-fish in which, he says, fome of the chiefest "VAL. Under that rock a fpring I fee, rarities are the pizzle and fpermatic veffels of a "Which fhall refresh my thirst and Snail, delineated by a microfcope, the omentum or "thee." So the act clofes; and it is difmal for the audince to confider how Valentine and the poor boy, ho, it feenis, had a coming ftomach, fhould coninue there all the time the mufic was playing, nd longer. But, to ease them of their pain, by n invention which the poets call catastrophe, Vantine, though with a long beard, and very weak ith fafting, is reconciled to Florida, who, emracing him, fays, "I doubt I have offended him too much; but I will attend him home, cherish him with cordials, make him broths," (poor ood-natured creature! I wish he had Dr. Lifr's book to help her!) "ancint his limbs, and caul of its throat, its Fallopian tube, and its suberocean tefticle; which are things Hippocrates, Galen, Celfus, Farnelius, and Harvey, were never mafters of. The other curiofity is the admirable piece of Caelius Apicius," De Opfoniis et Condi mentis, five Arte Coquinaria, Libri decem," being Ten Books of Soups and Sauces, and the Art of Cookery, as it is excellently printed for the Doctor, who in this fo important affair is not fufficiently communicative. My Friend fays, he has a promife of leave to read it. What Remarks he makes I fhall not be envious of, but impart to him I love as well as his Moft humble fervant, &c. THE ART OF COOKERY, IN IMITATION OF HORACE'S ART OF POETRY. TO DR. LISTER. INGENIOUS LISTER, were a picture drawn Such is, good Sir, the figure of a feast, Hence, mackarel feem, delightful to the eyes, A cook perhaps has mighty things profefs'd, Moft knowing Sir! the greatest part of cooks, Searching for truth, are cozen'd by its looks. One would have all things little; hence has tried Turkey-poults freth'd, from th' egg in batter fried: Others, to fhew the largenefs of their foul, You that from pliant pafte would fabrics raife, Choose your materials right, your seasoning fix, And with your fruit refplendent sugar mix: From thence of course the figure will arise, And elegance adorn the surface of your pies. Beauty from order fprings: the judging eye Will tell you if one fingle plate's awry, The cook must still regard the present time; T' omit what's juft in feafon is a crime. Your infant pease t' afparagus prefer, Which to the fupper you may best defer. Be cautious how you change old bills of fare, Such alterations should at least be rare; Yet credit to the artist will accrue, Who in known things ftill makes th' appearance Fresh dainties are by Britain's traffic known, And now by conftant use familiar grown. [new. What lord of old would bid his cook prepare By northern custom, duty was exprefs'd, Who, to refresh th' attendants to a grave, And butter'd right, its goodnefs is allow'd. As wealth flow'd in, and plenty sprang from peace, Good-humour reign'd, and pleasures found increase. By mufic's charm, and fome delightful fong; 'Tis not a tedious feaft prolongs the mirth; } In the time of King Henry VIII. the park was a wild wet field; but that prince, on building St James's palace, inclofed it, laid it out in walks, and, collecting the waters 19gether, gave to the new-enciofed ground and new-raifed building the name of St. James It was much enlarged by Charles II.; who added to it feveral helds, planted it with, ows of lime-trees, laid out the Mall, formed the canal, with a decoy, and other pends, for water-towl. ↑ A comedy called, ** The Mulberry Garden." } But 'tis not reafon therefore you should spare, Unless fome fweetnefs at the bottom lie, If you would have me merry with your cheer, Be fo yourself, or fo at least appear. The things we eat by various juice control Happy the man that has each fortune tried, Your betters will defpife you, if they fee Things that are far furpaffing your degree; Therefore beyond your fubftance never treat; "Tis plenty, in small fortune, to be neat. 'Tis certain that a fteward can't afford An entertainment equal with his Lord. Old age is frugal; gay youth will abound With heat, and fee the flowing cup go round. A widow has cold pye; nurfe gives you cake; From generous merchants ham or sturgeon take. The farmer has brown bread as fresh as day, And butter fragrant as the dew of May. Cornwall fquab-pye, and Devon white-pot brings; And Leicester beans and bacon, food of kings! At Christmas-time, be careful of your fame, The roguish muftard, dangerous to the nose. If you perhaps would try fome difh unknown, 刚 That cook to British palates is complete, A potentate of high command, The author raifes mountains feeming full, Mufe, fing the man that did to Paris go, That he might tafle their foups, and mushrooms know! Oh, how would Homer praife their dancing dogs, Their ftinking cheese, and fricafce of frogs! He'd raise no fables, fing no flagrant lye, Of boys with custard chok'd at Newberry; But their whole courfes you'd entirely fee, How all their parts from firft to laft agree. If you all forts of perfons would engage, Suit well your eatables to every age. The favourite child, that juft begins to prattle, From play-house steps to fupper at the Rose, Maturer age, to this delight grown ftrange, Far from the parlour have your kitchen plac'd, Dainties may in their working be disgrac'd, In private draw your poultry, clean your tripe, And from your eels their flimy fubftance wipe. Let cruel offices be done by night, Crowd not your table: let your number be And let your various creams encircled be Each man that pleafes re-affumes his place; In days of old, our fathers went to war, Wealth on commanders then flow'd in apace, own: Prentices, parish-clerks, and hectors meet; ftrife. lidwives demure, and chamber-maids moft gay, remen that pick the box, and come to play, ere find their entertainment at the height, cream and codlings revelling with delight. ha these approve, the great men will dislike: it here's the art, if you the palate strike; 7 management of common things fo well, hat what was thought the meaneft fhall excel; hile others strive in vain, all perfons own ich dishes could be drefs'd by you alone. As for myself, I take him to abstain, May teach him when to buy, when season's past,' What's itale, what choice, what plentiful, what waste; And lead him through the various maze of taste. The fundamental principle of all Is what ingenious cooks the relifh call; When firaite.'d in your time, and feryants few, For, when the market fends in loads of food, All rightly then compofe an ambigue; nere first and fecond courfe, and your defert, il in one fingie table have their part. rom fuch a vast confufion 't delight, o fid the jarring elements unite, nd raise a Aructure grateful to the fight. Be not too far by old example led, ith caution now we in their footsteps tread : he French our relish help, and well supply The want of things too grofs by decency. ur fathers moit admir'd their fauces fweet, ad often afk'd for fugar with their meat; They burter'd currants on fat veal bestow'd, and rumps of beef with virgin-honey ftrew'd. lipid taite, old friend, to them who Paris know, Where rocombole, fhallot, and the rank garlic, grow. Tom Bold did first begin the ftrolling mart, And drove ab ut his turnis in a cart; metimes his wife the citizens would please, And from the fame machine fell pecks of peafe; Then pippins did in wheel-barrows abound, And oranges in whin fey-boards went round: Bets Hoy first found it troublesome to bawl, And therefore plac'd her cherries on a flail; Her currants there and goofeberries were spread, With the enticing gold of gingerbread : But flounders, iprats, and cucumbers, were cried, And every found and every voice was tried. At laft the Law this hideous din fup, refs'd, And order'd that the Sunday fhould have reft; And that no nymph her noily food should fell, Except it were new milk or mackarel. There is no difh but what our cooks have made, And merited a charter by their trade. [Spain, Not French kickshaws, or oglios brought from Alone have found in provement from their brain, But pudding, brawn, and white-pots, own'd to be Th' effects or native ingenuity. Our British fleet, which now commands the Might glorious wreaths of victory obtain, [main, Would they take time; would they with leifure work; [pork; With care would falt their beef, and cure their Would boil their liquor well whene'er they brew, Their conquest balf is to the victualler due. Because that thrift and abftinence are good, As many things if rightly underflood: Old Crofs condemns all perfons to be fops, That can't regale themfelves with mutton chops. He often for ftuft beef to Bedlam runs, And the clean rummer, as the pesthouse, fhuns. Sometimes poor jack and onions are his difh, And then he faints thofe friars who fink They all are tafteless till that makes them good. To know for whom it is you would prepare: The French by soups and baut-gouts glory raise, "To your five farthings join three farthings more; "And they, if added, make your halfpence four!" Thus may your stock by management increase, Your wars fhall gain you more than Britain's peace. Where love of wealth and rufty coin prevail, Cooks garnish out fome tables, fome they fill, Good-nature muft fome failings overlook, |