In The State Of Society In Which

At The Table Of A Gentleman Living In The Chausee D'antin Was Served Up An Arles Sausage Of Enormous Size. "will You Accept A Slice?" The Host Asked A Lady Who Was Sitting Next To Him; "you See It Has Come From The Right Factory."it Is Really Very Large," Said The Lady, Casting On It A Roguish Glance; "what A Pity It Is Unlike Anything."

For Unknown Foods, The Nose Acts Always As A Sentinal And Cries. 'who Goes There?'

The Centuries Last Passed Have Also Given The Taste Important Extension; The Discovery Of Sugar, And Its Different Preparations, Of Alcoholic Liquors, Of Wine, Ices, Vanilla, Tea And Coffee, Have Given Us Flavors Hitherto Unknown.

The Dyspeptic And The Drunkard Do Not Know How To Eat Or Drink.

The Table Is The Only Place Where We Do Not Get Weary During The First Hour.