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templation, that person in a Spanish romance who caused hams to shrink only by looking at them.

“That is called a truffled turkey,” said Marcel, pointing to a splendid bird, showing through its rosy and transparent skin the Perigordian tubercles with which it was stuffed. “I have seen impious folk eat it without first going down on their knees before it,” added the painter, casting upon the turkey looks capable of roasting it.

“And what do you think of that modest leg of salt marsh mutton?” asked Rodolphe. “What fine coloring! one might think it was just unhooked from that butcher’s shop in one of Jordaën’s pictures. Such a leg of mutton is the favorite dish of the gods, and of my godmother, Madame Chandelier.”

“Look at those fish!” resumed Marcel, pointing to some trout; “they are the most expert swimmers of the aquatic race. Those little creatures, without any appearance of pretension, could, however, make a fortune by the exhibition of their skill; fancy, they can swim up a perpendicular waterfall as easily as we should accept an invitation to supper. I have almost had a chance of tasting them.”

“And down there—those large golden fruit, the foliage of which resembles a trophy of savage sabre blades! they are called pine-apples, and are the pippins of the tropics.”

“That is a matter of indifference to me,” said Marcel. “So far as fruits are concerned, I prefer that piece of beef, that ham, or that simple gammon of bacon, cuirassed with jelly as transparent as amber.”

“You are right,” replied Rodolphe; “ham is the friend of man, when he has one. However, I would not repulse that pheasant.”

“I should think not; it is the dish for crowned heads.”

And as, continuing on their way, they met joyful pro-