The painter,
seeing nothing else upon the table which he would venture to touch,
made a merit of necessity, and had recourse to the veal also;
although he could not help saying that he would not give one slice
of the roast beef of Old England for all the dainties of a Roman
Emperor's table. But all the doctor's invitations and assurances
could not prevail upon his guests to honour the hachis and the
goose; and that course was succeeded by another, in which he told
them were divers of those dishes, which among the ancients had
obtained the appellation of politeles, or magnificent. "That which
smokes in the middle," said he, "is a sow's stomach, filled with
a composition of minced pork, hog's brains, eggs, pepper, cloves,
garlic, aniseed, rue, ginger, oil, wine, and pickle. On the
right-hand side are the teats and belly of a sow, just farrowed,
fried with sweet wine, oil, flour, lovage, and pepper. On the left
is a fricassee of snails, fed, or rather purged, with milk. At that
end next Mr. Pallet are fritters of pompions, lovage, origanum,
and oil; and here are a couple of pullets roasted and stuffed in
the manner of Apicius.
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