Asperges, sauce hollandaise. Croustades d’abricots nouveaux à la ('undé. Macédoine de fruits Marasquin.

Bombes cardinal.

Chat. d'Yquen... Poisson, sauce holland.

aise. Chất. Latour. Côtelettes de chevreuil

sautées. Galantine de chapon en

bellevue. Chật. Grillet. Fonds d'artichauts à la

princesse. Cabinet Crémant. Faisans rôtis -Salade.

Croustade de pêches et

d'abricots. Vieux Madère. Gelée champagne.

Corbeille garni de glaces. Cap Constance. Gâteau à la Turque.

JEUDI LE 30 Mars, 1871. St. Péray. Huîtres. Chât. Rauzan. Potage à l'Anglaise. Oporto. Sherry. Dindes farcis aux truffes. Vieux Johannis- Saumon, sauce hollandberger Cabinet. aise. Chât. Margaux. Côtelettes de cocos de

bruyère au riz. Vieux Oporto Pâtés de foies gras,

blanc. Veuve Clicquot. Faisans rôtis. Compote.

Asperges en branches.
Gelée de champagne à

Vieux Madère. Fromage et beurre.
Vieux Tokayer. Glace.



Printanier à la royale.
Purée à la Jussienne.

Feuillantines grillées.

Crêtes de coq à la Villeroy.
Bars, sauces cardinale et aux huîtres.

Dindes à l'impériale.
Escaloppes de filets de chevreuil aux olives.

Suprême de poulets à l'écarlate.
Homards en bellevue, sauce Mayonnaise.

Punch à la Romaine.
Faisans rôtis, sauce Périgueux.
Pâtés de foies gras de Strasbourg.

Cardons à la Moëlle.
Haricots verts sautés au beurre..

Pains d'ananas aux pistaches.
Coupes garnies de soufflés glacés.

Glaces. From Spain, I have the authority of our Minister, expressed in the most unqualified terms, that an hour and a half is ample time for any dinner. To some of the Ministerial menus I have added one purely Spanish, as a specimen of the different customs in eating of different countries.

I also add some menus of dinners given by our Ambassador in Paris, whose table is as well arranged and served, and whose dinners are as good as can possibly be desired, and never last more than an hour and a half.

DINER DU 23 MAI, 1868.

Potage tortue à l'Anglaise.
Jardinière à l'impériale au consommé.

Petites bouchées à la reine.
Filets de saumon à la Chambord.

Filet de boeuf Madère à l'Espagnole. Poulardes à la Montmorency, sauce Périgueux.

Côtelettes d'agneau aux concombres.

Cailles farcies à la Bohémienne. Aspics de crevettes en bellevue sur socle.

Punch à l'Impératrice.

Canetons et gélinottes rôtis.
Buisson de truffes au vin de Champagne.


May 31, 1871. , Potages :

Consommé de volaille aux quenelles.

Bisque d'écrevisses à la Joinville. Hors d'ouvre :

Pâtés de foies gras, chaud, froid. Relevés :

Saumon à la hollandaise.

Roastbeef à la Provençale.
Entrées :-

Côtelettes de poulets aux pois.
Cailles à la financière.

Punch à la Romaine.

Asperges en branches. Roti :

Dindonneaux nouveaux.
Entremets :-

Gâteau Napolitain historié.
L'abricotine glacé.

DINER DU 7 Juin, 1871.' Consommé de volaille à la Célestine. Petits pâtés à la cardinale.

Selle de mouton à l'Anglaise.
Côtelettes de cailles aux truffes.
Foies gras-bordure de gelée.
Ponche à l'Impériale.

Outarde rôti.
Petits pois au beurre.

Savarin à la Montmorency. Petits soufflés glacés au Marasquin.



Ostras. Sopas :De Menudillos de arroz à la Valenciana.


Cocido. Fritos :

Sesos, manos y criadillas. Pescado :

Bacalao a la Vizcaina–Calamares en

tinta. Entradas : Perdices estofadas—Pepitoria de Pavo.

Ponche Helado.
Leyumbres :-

Menestra-Alcachofas fritas con aceite.
Asados :-

Platos de Dulce :-

Huevos moles con bizcochos - Huevos hilados.


Helados. Vinos:

Jerez, Valdepeñas tinto y blanco, Man

zanilla, Arganda, Rioja, Málaga, Mal

vasia, Champagne. I am told that at Buckingham Palace her Majesty's dinners are entirely concluded within the hour; but it must be remembered that the Queen's habits in this particular appear to have been formed without much reference to social requirements. Her Majesty partakes of a good luncheon and tea, and makes her dinner a short meal.

To return, however, to my subject of considering dinners as a means of promoting social intercourse in its most

agreeable form. No one can deny the importance which is attached to this subject in London society, when it is remembered the infinite trouble taken by many in the arrangement of the company to be asked as well as in the decoration of the table, and other matters connected with the entertainment. Much pains are bestowed, and much money spent, in endeavouring to give agreeable dinners, and both are often thrown away by an attempt to do too much. Nothing is more true than the old saw of “enough is as good as a feast.” More food than anyone can enjoy, more wit than anyone can listen to, are alike to be avoided. People are often so much exhausted by the heated atmosphere of a dining-room, and by long sitting during and after a protracted dinner, that conversation languishes when the adjournment to the drawing-room takes place, and the only anxiety is to get away either to some fresh scene of overcrowded amusement, or to bed, worn out instead of refreshed by the so-called evening's entertainment. It is to be hoped that hereafter the custom may be adopted, which obtains everywhere but amongst the AngloSaxon race, of ladies and gentlemen leaving the table together; 80 that conversation may go on without a break, and the grouping of gentlemen in one part of the room and ladies in another be avoided. It also enables those who wish to go elsewhere, to leave at an earlier hour-which is of more consequence, however, with foreign habits than with our own. Abroad people visit in the evening when they wish to find their friends at home, and thus avoid a great amount of card leaving and loss of time. I heard the present American Minister, General Schenck, observe that London visiting might be arranged more effectually and economically (as to time) by a system of visiting-clearing-houses, one for each district; boxes, like post-office letterboxes, bearing the names of all one's acquaintance being arranged round a room, with a key belonging to the respective families, into which cards or invitations could be dropped, the boxes


to be emptied each day by some one sent to a Whig, you call it a radical improvefrom each family. Our Transatlantic ment, so that in my wishing to please all brethren are certainly far ahead of us in parties I have been perhaps injudicious practical suggestions, and might perhaps in calling a diminution of the hours and give us valuable hints upon the subject the quantity of food at dinners, a reform of the present article, as well as upon movement. A moderate constitutional the art of visiting, or rather card leaving. change would best express what I want. In this country it is difficult to prevent The question now is, who is to bell politics from forming too large a portion the cat, who is bold enough to reform of conversation; the addition of music the present system by shortening the or cards in the evening tends to pre

hours and decreasing the quantity of vent this, and to give a fair chance of food at our London dinners? Will the amusement for all tastes.

movement originate on the Liberal side? A few words before I conclude, about I remember hearing a remark made by the arrangements of the dinner-table. a gentleman in the House of Commons, Although a dining-room should be well whose eyes were directed from the front lighted throughout, the brightest spot, bench on the Conservative to the Liberal the high light of the picture, should be the side, “Is it possible that a ministry table itself. Wax candles are the most per formed by those men can stand? I do fectly unobjectionable mode of lighting, not believe they have a cook amongst the most pleasing to the eyes, and with them who can dress a good dinner.” If out the distress to the organs of smell this be so, we must look elsewhere. which may arise from lamps. Small there no lady of high rank, no Baring shades upon

the candles throw the light or no Rothschild, who with cooks about upon the cloth and table, and prevent whose merits there can be no difference any glare upon the eyes. Gas light is of opinion, will set an example of conto many quite intolerable, at least as stitutional reform in this matter by— managed in England, for it frequently 1st. Limiting the number of guests produces a feeling of weight on the to twelve or fourteen ; head, and general discomfort, even if 2nd. Keeping the dining-room cool discomfort to the olfactory organs can be and well-ventilated ; avoided. The present fashion of flower 3rdly. Sitting down to dinner at 8.15 decoration is extremely pretty, and can without waiting for guests who may be be carried out without any great expense

absent; if bright colours and general effect are 4th. Returning to the drawing-room more considered than mere cost. All by 9.30 to 9.45; table ornaments should be kept low, 5th. Reducing the present number of as not to intercept the view of any one dishes ? by all the other guests. For the number If this were done, London dinners of dishes for a party of twelve or sixteen, might be, what they ought to be, from I recommend the Russian menu No. 3. the materials to be collected in London

society—the most agreeable reunions in Having now gone through what seem the world ; and much useless expense to me the defects of the present system would be avoided, so that these enterof London dinners, and pointed out tainments might be within reach of even some of the remedies, thinking that very moderate fortunes, and our nation most people admit that some reform is be rescued from the reproach so often desirable, I must leave the matter in the cast upon us by foreigners, of preferring hands of those able and willing to head quantity to quality, and a large party to the great reform movement. A clever a sociable and lively dinner. A French author who has written upon the art of gentleman once said to me, “En Angle“putting things,” says that if you want terre on se nourrit bien, mais on ne dîne to commend a subject to a Tory leader, pas." you talk of it as a sovereign remedy; if





But you


hang of it, though they sent good men

enough, and spent piles of money." “ You can't think what an odd kind of “But how do you account for it! half-sentimental feeling the name Sioux Why should the rest fail and the city stirs up in me," said the optimist, Quakers succeed ?" as we rolled down a gentle incline to “I don't know much about it," said wards the biggest town we had seen the potentate, “but, from what I can since leaving Dubuque.

learn, the rest began by talking about “Thinking of Natty Bumppo, and the devil and their sins. Now the Uncas, I reckon ?” inquired the poten- Quaker has been bred to begin at the tate.

other end. So he comes, and sits down “Yes. But let's see—it wasn't Uncas? by the red-skin, and asks him what the No, Mahtoree was the name of the Sioux Great Spirit has been saying to him, chief. "Mahtoree is a wise chief,' don't and that fetches him at once. But I'm you remember? Do you think we shall afraid it's too late. They talk now see any Sioux about ?”

about getting them all off into a separate “Well—likely you may see one or two State, and letting them send senators half-tamed, drunken savages on the levee. and members to Congress. What's left of the tribe is well away to can't locate them any more than you can the West. But there are not more now the buffaloes. They're bound to go out.” than a few hundreds, I believe."

“I hope not,” said the optimist. “It's a shocking thing the way you " I'm told their numbers don't fall off are getting rid of these Indians," said over the border. There ought to be the optimist. “Don't you really think room enough in the great West even for that anything better can be done with buffaloes, let alone the original prothem than poisoning them with bad prietors. And now that you have passed whiskey, and shooting them down like the constitutional amendment, red, and wolves? When I was in Philadelphia black, and yellow ought to have a I met several gentlemen who had been chance." amongst them themselves, and were in “And your cattle would be none the correspondence with the Quakers, who worse for grazing by a herd of tame are in the West trying to save the little buffaloes," remarked the struggler. remnants of the tribes. They all said, I think the potentate was glad to get that the Indian is fit for anything with away from the Indian question. decent treatment, and has nearly as “Now you seem to kind o' take for much to teach the white as the white granted," he said, “that we don't care has to teach him. Do


think the for breed in our cattle. You never Quakers likely to succeed?

made a greater mistake. Why, there are "I don't know but what they might Squire Burnett, and half-a-dozen other if they only had time,” said the poten- New England men, with as fine herds as tate." They have a way of getting you can find in any Duke's park. And hold on the red-skins, these Quakers, they give the highest prices for the best ever since Penn's time. All the churches English stock too, and take the pick of and all the sects have tried their hand it out of your farmers' mouths." at it, more or less; but it never amounted “Last time I crossed,” said the Preto much. They never could get the sident, “I came back in the same boat

with a short-horned bull, for which one of our breeders had given 1,000 guineas.”

“Why, yes, as long back as the colonial times we used to get your bulls over. There was Brigadier Ruggles's English bull. Ever hear of the Brigadier ?”


“ Well, he got made Brigadier in the French war, somehow. A sturdy old Tory he was, and went over to Nova Scotia after our war broke out. He wouldn't fight against the colonies, but King George and the old country had thestrongest pull on him, and he couldn't live squarely under a new flag. However, before '76, Brigadier Ruggles kept a good house in Berkshire, Massachusetts, furnished pretty well all through from England. Half the chairs and tables had a history; but the piece he was proudest of was a tall old mirror, bevelled at the edges of the glass, and set in a carved ebony frame, which some of his wife's folk—Madam Ruggles they called her —had sent over as a present from old Berkshire. Madam Ruggles's mirror was the finest thing inside any house in Massachusetts, and stood in the hall right opposite the front door, so that everyone who came to the house might see it at orice. And Brigadier Ruggles's English bull was a long way the first beast in New England, at least so the Brigadier said, and the up-country farmers used to come miles out of their way only to get a look at him. At last one of them, after he had seen the Brigadier's bull all round, guessed he knew a Vermonter who had got a home-bred bull, alongside of which the Brigadier's bull was of no account. This made the Brigadier rile up; but as they could not settle it by talk, and the Vermonter was coming down to a fair at Boston in the fall, it was agreed he should bring his bull along, and stop a night with the Brigadier. Well, accordingly, Saturday night before Boston fair, sure enough the Vermonter came along with his bull. It was too dark to judge much about the beasts that night, so the Vermonter's ball was put in the next pen to the Brigadier's bull, and they went in to

supper. All night Brigadier Ruggles tossed about, thinking of the Ver monter's bull; and next morning he was that bad with a fit of colic, that, though he was an elder, Madam Ruggles thought it best to let him stop away from meeting. Accordingly, she and the Vermonter went off in the waggon with the farm-servants, and left the Brigadier by the fire, with a book of Cotton Mather's sermons, and a chalk draught at his elbow. Somehow, they hadn't been gone more than a quarter of an hour, when the Brigadier began to feel better. After reading a spell, he seemed to think a little fresh air might set him all right, so he gets on his thick boots, just to stroll out in the garden. Sure enough the air was just what he wanted, and presently it came into his head just to drop over to the pens, and see if it was all right with the bulls. So he opened the garden-gate, and stepped across, and looked over into the pens. There was his bull, all in a lather, marching up and down one side of the fence, and the Vermonter's bull on the other, both of them moaning to themselves in a low tone, as if they were swearing, and nothing but a gate on the latch to hinder them getting at one another. The Brigadier took up a prong, and leant over, and tried to coax his bull, who was tame enough to him, to come and be scratched between his horns. But the bull took no notice, and kept marching up and down. So the Brigadier watched them both, and fell to comparing them, and thinking,

Well, that Vermonter's bull ain't of any account after all alongside of my bull—he ain't so straight in the back, nor so square in the barrel, nor so thick in the neck-he don't weigh, now, not, I should say, within a hundredweight of my bull.

“Somehow, as he was going on thinking of the bulls, the Brigadier kept on tip-tapping at the hasp of the gate, and not minding what he was at with his prong, till all of a sudden he just gave a tip too much at the latch, and the gate between the pens swung slowly open, just as the Vermonter's bull came opposite it. Next minute the bulls were

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