But I beg pardon, I had
almost forgot the soup, which I hear is so necessary an article at
all tables in France. At each end there are dishes of the salacacabia
of the Romans; one is made of parsley, pennyroyal, cheese, pine-tops,
honey, brine, eggs, cucumbers, onions, and hen livers; the other
is much the same as the soup-maigre of this country. Then there is
a loin of veal boiled with fennel and caraway-seed, on a pottage
composed of pickle, oil, honey, and flour, and a curious hachis of
the lights, liver, and blood of a hare, together with a dish of
roasted pigeons. Monsieur le baron, shall I help you to a plate
of this soup?" The German, who did not at all disapprove of the
ingredients, assented to the proposal, and seemed to relish the
composition; while the marquis being asked by the painter which
of the silly-kickabys he chose, was, in consequence of his desire,
accommodated with a portion of the soup-maigre; and the count,
in lieu of spoon-meat, of which he said he was no great admirer,
supplied himself with a pigeon, therein conforming to the choice of
our young gentleman, whose example he determined to follow through
the whole course of the entertainment.
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