[8] "Of all the delicacies in the whole _mundus edibilis_ I will maintain it to be the most delicate--_princeps obsoniorum_. I speak not of your grown porkers--things between pig and pork--those hobbydehoys; but a young and tender suckling, under a moon old, guiltless as yet of the sty, with no original speck of the _amor immunditiae_, the hereditary failing of the first parents, yet manifest--his voice as yet not broken, but something between a childish treble and a grumble--the mild forerunner or _praeludium_ of a grunt. He must be _roasted_. I am not ignorant that our ancestors ate them seethed, or boiled--but what a sacrifice of the exterior tegument! "His sauce should be considered. Decidedly a few bread-crumbs, done up with his liver and brains, and a dash of mild sage. But banish, dear Mrs. Cook, I beseech you, the whole onion tribe. Barbecue your whole hogs to your palate, steep them in shalots, stuff them out with plantations of the rank and guilty garlic--you cannot poison them, or make them stronger than they are; but consider, he is a weakling--a flower."--_Lamb on Pig._ [9] Our then commanding officer was noted for his powers of self-control. I once noticed him leave the table hurriedly, and retire to the verandah. After an interval he returned, and apologised to the President. Our revered chief had only swallowed a flying bug. And he never even used a big D. [10] An excellent aerated water and a natural one, is obtained from springs in the valley beneath the Long Mynd, near Church Stretton, in Shropshire. In fact, the Stretton waters deserve to be widely known, and are superior to most of the foreign ones. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Cakes & Ale, by Edward Spencer