“Amen,” said I; and we proceeded together to the monkey-fancier. After much deliberation we at last decided upon the most hideous animal I ever beheld--it was of a--no, I will not attempt to describe it--it would be quite impossible! Vincent was so delighted with our choice that he insisted upon carrying it away immediately. “Is it quite quiet?” I asked. “Comme un oiseau,” said the man. We called a fiacre--paid for monsieur Jocko, and drove to Vincent’s apartments; there we found, however, that his valet had gone out and taken the key. “Hang it,” said Vincent, “it does not signify! We’ll carry le petit monsieur with us to the Rocher.” Accordingly we all three once more entered the fiacre, and drove to the celebrated restaurateur’s of the Rue Mont Orgueil. O, blissful recollections of that dinner! how at this moment you crowd upon my delighted remembrance! Lonely and sorrowful as I now sit, digesting with many a throe the iron thews of a British beef-steak--more anglico--immeasurably tough--I see the grateful apparitions of Escallopes de Saumon and Laitances de Carps rise in a gentle vapour before my eyes! breathing a sweet and pleasant odour, and contrasting the dream-like delicacies of their hue and aspect, with the dire and dure realities which now weigh so heavily on the region below my heart! And thou, most beautiful of all--thou evening star of entremets--thou that delightest in truffles, and gloriest in a dark cloud of sauces--exquisite foie-gras!--Have I forgotten thee? Do I not, on the contrary, see thee--smell thee--taste thee--and almost die with rapture of thy possession? What, though the goose, of which thou art a part, has, indeed, been roasted alive by a slow fire, in order to increase thy divine proportions--yet has not our Almanach--the Almanach des Gourmands--truly declared that the goose rejoiced amid all her tortures--because of the glory that awaited her? Did she not, in prophetic vision, behold her enlarged and ennobled foie dilate into pates and steam into sautees--the companion of truffles--the glory of dishes--the delight--the treasure--the transport of gourmands! O, exalted among birds--apotheosised goose, did not thy heart exult even when thy liver parched and swelled within thee, from that most agonizing death; and didst thou not, like the Indian at the stake, triumph in the very torments which alone could render thee illustrious? After dinner we grew exceedingly merry. Vincent punned and quoted; we laughed and applauded; and our Burgundy went round with an alacrity, to which every new joke gave an additional impetus. Monsieur Jocko was by no means the dullest in the party; he cracked his nuts with as much grace as we did our jests, and grinned and chatted as facetiously as the best of us. After coffee we were all so pleased with one another, that we resolved not to separate, and accordingly we adjourned to my rooms, Jocko and all, to find new revelries and grow brilliant over Curacoa punch.