Carême, _la cuisinière bourgeoise_, the Almanach of the Gastronomists. They have made soups of all kinds, from Russian _batwigne_ to the cabbage soup of France. The mouth feeds upon the reputation of the greatest men, from cutlets _à la Soubise_ to black pudding _à la Richelieu_. Its lips have been compared to coral, its teeth to pearls, its breath to benzoin. It has been served with pheasants in plumage, and wood-cocks served whole. It has even been promised roasted skylarks. What on the other hand has been invented for the nose? Oil of roses. And tobacco. _Ah!_ ... what ingratitude, Philosophers my Masters, and Poets my Brothers! And yet how faithful is this member.... It is not a member, the savants cry at me. Pardon, gentlemen, I make good the mistake. And yet how faithful is this appendix, _Ah!_... Moreover, I insist that this appendix serves us faithfully. The eyes sleep; the mouth closes; the ears become deaf. The nose alone is always busy and on guard. It watches over our sleep. It contributes to our health. The other parts of the body do stupid things; the hands, the feet. The hands permit themselves to be caught in a sack like fools they are. The feet stumble, make the body fall, by their awkwardness. And in this last instance who suffers most? The feet do the wrong. It is the nose that suffers. How common is this expression: such and such a man has broken his nose. Many noses have been broken since beginning of the world. But be so kind as to mention one nose broken by its own fault! No, you can not! All things fall upon the poor nose. Let it be so. It bears everything with saintly patience. Sometimes, to be sure, it makes bold to snore. But, when did you hear it complain? Let us forget that nature created it an instrument of admiration, a speaking trumpet to increase or diminish the voice. Let us say nothing of the service it has rendered in making itself the intermediary between our souls and the souls of flowers. Let us suppress the fame of its utility and consider only its æsthetic claims, its beauty. Cedar of Lebanon, it tramples beneath its feet the hyssop of the mustache. Central column, it serves as base for the double arch of the brows. Upon its capital rests the eagle which is thought; round about it smiles flourish. With what pride the nose of Ajax was lifted against the storm when he declared: _I will escape despite the gods!_ With what bravery the nose of the Great Condé (who was really great only because of his nose) with what bravery the nose of the Great Condé preceded every one, even the Great Condé himself, in the intrenchments of the Spaniards! With what assurance the nose of Dugazon, which had forty-two different movements, each more amusing than the other, presented itself to the public! No indeed, I do not believe the nose will remain in the obscurity in which up to now, the ingratitude of man has left it.