"Fameux par sa naissance et par son éleveur, Il est mort, le goret, célèbre à tant de titres: C'est un deuil, mais un deuil qui n'est pas sans saveur; Versons des pleurs, amis, surtout versons des litres! Il était si mignon, si lardé, si soyeux: Nous l'aimions! Maintenant qu'il a subi la flamme, Qu'il est accommodé, qu'il est délicieux; Nous lui servons de tombe, et nous en mangeons l'âme. Dans la profonde paix des estomacs gourmands, Son échine avec sa fressure vont descendre; Il n'avait pas rêvé, dans ses gras ronflements, D'un semblable caveau pour contenir sa cendre. C'est un honneur bien dû. Quel que soit ton regret Des repas plantureux, du son, de l'auge pleine, Tu peux t'enorgueillir, ô mon frère, ô goret. Nous allons te changer, nous, en substance humaine!" (Of birth renowned, entitled well to boast, And reared with care, the little pig is dead: We sorrow, but we scent the savoury roast, And mix a bumper while our tears we shed. We loved him, silky-soft, and plump, and fine, And now that he has felt the crisping fire We wait his soul and body to enshrine, A morsel for an epicure's desire. He little thought, when grunting in his pen, That, seasoned thus to tickle gourmand taste, His chine would glide down throats of feasting men, And to a noble tomb within us haste. Regret not, little pig, thine early fate: Honours are thine beyond the fattening sty,-- We eat thee, brother, and incorporate Thy substance, thus, in our humanity.)[30] Another poet, in a "Hymn to the Truffle," has accorded him a semi-complimentary stanza, referring to him as "a useful animal." A mediocre sonnet has also been addressed to him by Ernest d'Hervilly in a series of seven tributes to the oyster, the pig, the gudgeon, the rabbit, the roebuck, the herring, and the lobster. "Man's ingratitude toward him," as Grimod de la Reynière remarks in the "Almanach," "has basely reviled the name of the animal that is the most useful to the human race when he is no more. He is treated as the Abbé Geoffroy treats Voltaire; his memory is defamed whilst his flesh is being savoured, and he is repaid with ironical contempt for the ineffable pleasures he procures for us." His classic Porcosity! sacred to Thor, patron of St. Anthony, the device of Richard III, the favourite animal of Morland and Jacque, how ungenerously he has been treated!