Alcohol Is The Monarch Of Liquids.

A Connoisseur Of Gastronomy Was Congratulated On His Appointment As A Director Of Indirect Contributions At Periguex: And, Above All, In The Pleasure There Would Be In Living In The Midst Of Good Cheer, In The Country Of Truffles, Partridges, Truffled Turkeys, And So Forth. "alas!" Replied With A Sigh The Sad Gastronomer, "can One Really Live At All In A Country Where There Is No Fresh Sea-fish?"

The Truffle Is Not A Positive Aphrodisiac, But It Can Upon Occasion Make Women Tenderer And Men More Apt To Love.

Poultry Is For The Cook What Canvas Is For A Painter, Or The Cap Of Fortunatus For A Conjurer.

The Torrent Of Centuries Rolling Over The Human Race, Has Continually Brought New Perfections, The Cause Of Which, Ever Active Though Unseen, Is Found In The Demands Made By Our Senses, Which Always In Their Turns Demand To Be Occupied.

Place A Substantial Meal Before A Tired Man And He Will Eat With Effort And Be Little Better For It At First. Give Him A Glass Of Wine Or Brandy, And Immediately He Feels Better: You See Him Come To Life Again Before You.