The Scottish Cavalier: An Historical Romance, Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Scottish Cavalier: An Historical Romance, Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
Scotland -- History -- 1649-1660 -- Fiction
But the dinner! A flourish of trumpets announced it; and well it
deserved the compliment of such a preliminary. A huge sirloin, which
balanced a baron of beef, was undergoing a rapid process of
diminution under Gibbie's long carving whinger; six collared pigs,
bristling with cloves, and having flowers stuck in their nostrils,
stood erect on great platters. Around them were hares, turkies,
geese, ducks, and chickens, roasted, stewed, fricasseed, and boiled.
There was a vast silver salt-foot at each end, two grand epergnes of
flowers and peacocks' feathers, two great salads, two hundred little
manchets, venison, hams, salmon, flounders, crabs, and Crail
capons,--all placed pell-mell without order of courses, among tarts,
trifles, confections, pyramids of jelly and plumbdames, puddings and
fruit of every description, disposed in ornamental figures of trees,
birds, &c.
But, far above all this wilderness of viands towered a great edifice,
representing a fortress; the towers were of pie-crust, with ramparts
of wax; the cannon and sentinels were sugar-paste; the bullets were
little bon-bons; the moat was filled with wine, and from the keep
hung a flag with St. Andrew's silver saltire. This erection elicited
great admiration from the guests, by whom it was unanimously named
the Castle of Tangier, beneath the towers of which so many of their
brave comrades had found a soldier's grave.
The feast proceeded in gallant style, amid unrestrained hilarity and
bursts of military merriment. All did justice to the good things
before them; while the servants, or ecuyers trenchant, were kept on
the alert pouring forth Rhenish, Gascony, Muscadel, port and sherry,
and the rich and luscious wine of Frontiniac, as if there had been a
conflagration in the stomach of every guest.
On the right of the host sat the regimental minister, the Reverend
Doctor Jonadab Joram (who by the courtesy of the Scottish service had
the rank of Major), a bluff and jovial personage, whose merry eyes
twinkled on each side of a bottle-nose, and who could stride and
swagger, drink and play with any man--one who winked knowingly at
landladies, kissed their daughters, and, if he chose, could have
out-bullied a Mohock. He was brimful of jocularity, which had cost
him a duel or two in Flanders, and was known to be "up to" a great
many things not very consonant to the dignity of his cloth.
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