Flummery and milk, named here as the food on which these lovers regaled themselves, has been considered in Wales a very popular national mess, common, but still a favorite among high and low, and might be seen on the board of the lord lieutenant of the county, as well as on that of the humblest cottager. The lofty of the land whose pampered stomachs have turned with loathing from more dainty food in sultry seasons, have welcomed the simplicity of milk and flummery, as the advocate of native charms would greet the smilings of a rustic beauty, when the meretricious fair of fashion would be passed by, neglected. The English reader will not be offended if I dilate a little in praise of my favorite food, while I explain to him its nature; and if he is a bloated son of affluence, overflowing with bile and spleen, he will thank us, after adopting our recommendation of feeding on it often during his rustication among our mountains. Medical men also recommend it as very effective in promoting an increase of good clear healthy blood. Flummery is made of the inner hulls of ground oats, when sifted from the meal, some of which still adheres to it, by soaking it in water till it acquires a slight taste of acidity, when it is strained through a hair sieve and boiled till it becomes a perfect jelly. When poured from that picturesque prince of culinary vessels, the large three-legged iron pot, into a vast brown earthen dish, it presents a smooth smiling aspect of the most winning equanimity, till destroyed by the numerous invading spoons of the company, that plunge a portion of it, scalding hot, into their bowls of cool milk. Thus much of its descriptive history is given, to illustrate the following ode in its immortal praise, with which we shall now close this long chapter. MILK AND FLUMMERY. Let luxury’s imbecile train, Of appetites fastidious, Each sauced provocative obtain, The draught or viand perfidious; But oh! give me that simple food, So dear to the sons of Cymru, With health, with nourishment imbued, The sweet new milk and flummery. Let pudding-headed English folks With boast of roast beef fag us; Let Scottish Burns crack rural jokes, And vaunt kail-brose and haggis; But Cymru’s sons! of mount and plain, From Brecknock to Montgomery, Let us the honest praise maintain, Of sweet new milk and flummery. On sultry days when appetites Wane dull, and low, and queasy, When loathing stomachs nought delights, To gulp thee flumm’ry! ’s easy: Dear oaten jelly, pride of Wales! Rude child of the vales of Cymru; On thee the ruddy swain regales, And blesses milk and flummery.