"Come you to seek the lamb here?" --_Measure for Measure._ Lobster and mayonnaise salads:-- "Sallet was born to do me good."--_Henry IV._ (Part II.). Dressed lobsters and crabs:-- "There's no meat like them: I could wish my best friend at such a feast."--_Timon of Athens._ Desserts, cakes, jellies, and creams:-- "The queen of curds and cream."--_Winter's Tale._ Dressed potatoes:-- "Let the sky rain potatoes."--_Merry Wives of Windsor._ Bitter ale:-- "And here's the pot of good double beer, neighbour: Drink, and fear not your man."--_Henry VI._ (Part II.). In addition to the foregoing, many interesting and well-chosen quotations appear on the famous bill of fare. The bill of fare of the Annual Dinner of the Norwich Saint Andrew Society, held in 1896, was headed, "Caird o' Guid Things":-- "KAIL BREE. Maukin. Cockie Leekie. GUID CALLER FISH. Sole-fleuks, baned an' stovit. Caller Cod wi' Sauce o' Caller Ou. THE HAGGIS. "Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great Chieftain, o' the puddin' race!" "A nip o' Fairntosh, an' it's no ower perjinkitie measure!" ROAST AN' BILED. Sheeps' Hurdies. Sirloins o' Nowte. Biled Chuckies an' Tongue. Rostit Bubblyjock wi' Sausages. Tatties Biled an' Champit. Curly Kail. "I'm thinkin', Sandy, we wadna be the waur o' a drappie." Roastit Feesants wi' Raupit Tatties. CONFECTOURI. Figmaleerie o' Fruits. Jeelies. Plum Puddin'. Mince Pies. Apple Tairts and Cream. Kebbuck wi' Celery an' guid Oat Farls. DESSERT AN' COFFEE. "Let them that wants Coffee, hae Coffee; I'm thinkin' I'll hae a dram!" The birthday of Burns is celebrated in all parts of the world: wherever Scotchmen are located the bard is honoured. We have before us a number of Burns dinner toast lists, and several are headed "Should auld acquaintance be forgot?" The following are from the toast lists of the Hull Burns' Club. Under the toast of "The Queen," two lines appear:-- "In the field of proud honour, our swords in our hand, Our Queen and our country to save." To the toast of "The Mayor, Sheriff, and Corporation" is this couplet:-- "How wisdom and folly meet, mix, and unite; How virtue and vice blend their black and their white." The toast of the evening, "The Memory of Burns," has under it the following verse from _The Cotter's Saturday Night_:-- "O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blessed with health, and peace, and sweet content." We have seen inscribed with this toast a verse from one of Bennoch's beautiful poems:-- "With reverent silence we will fill A cup whene'er this day returns, And pledge the memory of the Bard, The Bard of Nature--Robert Burns, Immortal Burns." Appended to the toast of "The Hull Burns' Club" are the noble lines:--