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weighing as much as the rest of the animal without it was
a rnorceau, in Rome, to make a philosopher's mouth water.
This was not proof of a more depraved taste than that
exhibited by a Christian Queen of France, who spent 1,600
francs in fattening three geese, the delicate livers of which
alone her Majesty intended to dine upon. The pigeon and
guinea-hen never attained to such popularity as the goose
and duck ; while the turkey, and especially the truffied
turkey-hen, has its value sufficiently pointed out by the
saying of the gastronome, that there must be two at the
eating of a truffied turkey—the eater and the turkey !
The turkey, originally from the East, was slowly propa-
gated in Europe, and the breed appears to have gradually
passed away, like the bustard in England. It was brought
hither again from America, and its first re-appearance is
said to have been at the wedding dinner of Charles IX. of
France.

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The turkey was not protected, as the peacock was by
Alexander, by a decree denouncing death against whom-
soever should kill this divine bird, with its devilish note.
The decree did not affect Quintus Hortensius, who had one
served up at the dinner which celebrated his accession to
the office of Augur. Tiberius, however, preserved the
peacock with great jealousy, and it was only rich breeders
that could exhibit this bird at their banquets.
A man who passes through Essex may see whole "herds"
of geese and ducks in the fields there, fattening, without
thought of the future, and supremely happy in their want
of reflection. These birds are " foreigners ;" at least,
nearly all of them are so. They are Irish by birth, but
they are brought over by steam, in order to be perfected
by an English education; and when the due state of per-
fection has been attained, they are, like many other young
people, partaking of the " duck" or the " goose," trans-
ferred to London and " done for."

From the extracts given it will be readily ap-
parent that the doctor,while fully able to command
a whole battalion of cooks, and to direct their
operations, is even more efficient as an adornment
to the banquet-hall. in treating of his somewhat
unpoetic subject, he brings to bear upon its illus-
tration the torch of history and the lights of
science. Combined with these, he adds nicely
graduated modicums of smart remark and telling
banter ; he manifests himself in high good
humour, and he contrives to put and keep his
readers in the same happy vein.

Reminiscences of a Huntsman. By the Hon.
Grantley Berkeley. With Illustrations by
Leech. London : Longman and Co.
No sport is more pre-eminently English than
hunting, and the narration of incidents illustrative
of its pursuit at all times attracts attentive listeners
in an English educated circle. No matter how
little of the Nimrod may be in his composition, a
well-informed native of our isle is sure to find or
create an interest in the adventures of the chase,
redolent as these at all times are of pleasant joyous
temper and high spirits. While, as the song tells us,
the squires of old
Would rouse the day to the sound of the cheerful horn,
their descendants have of recent years betaken
themselves to the hunting of elephants and rhino-
ceroses, to the fellowship of alligators and hippo-
potami, and sought excitement in precarious
combat with the lion and in the slaughter of the
tiger, the health-sustaining exhilaration of our
own field sports has lost none of its attractions ;
and how much soever we may wonder at the tales
of danger and success, of peril and triumph, to be
met with in the adventures of a Camming Bruce
or a Parkyns, we are not the less inclined to enjoy
the more quiet, and quite as rational amusements
of those who confine themselves to the sport
afforded in our native land. Some of these, it
would seem from the annexed extract, are attended
with excitement intermingled with anxiety. and
danger, the adventure greatly heightened in its
relish by a dash of the ludicrous.
AN INCIDENT IN STAG-HUNTING.
Another instance worth remarking occurred at Lady
Mary Hussey's, who lived near Hillingdon. A stag, quite
fresh, and of whom the hounds had suddenly obtained a
view, came tearing along under the garden wall, among
the shrubs, till he found himself in contact with one side
of a bay window : through this he went, with two or three
hounds each side of him ; and instead of going out at the
other side of the window, he turned, and ran to the fur-
ther end of the drawing-room, in which I believe Lady
Mary Hussey and other ladies were seated. It was
enough to have scared a man, and this sudden crash and
furious apparition of course had a startling effect on the
ladies. Seeing the mischief to the window, I was off my
horse immediately, cap in hand, to make a thousand apo-
logies ; but my first act was to get the stag out, and pre-
vent further damage. On entering the drawing-room,
alas ! I found the line lay through a conservatory ; but
when I gained the locality of the stag, the following scene
presented itself. The stag, wet and bloody, from a few
(not serious) scratches by the glass, had his muddy
haunches against, and plastering, the wainscot, while oc-
casionally he rubbed his antlers, to keep them in a condi-
tion of war, on a mahogany table, making considerable
ditches in it, while at the same time whenever two or
three hounds, who were baying him from beneath the
sofas and chairs, approached too near, he made furious
dashes at them, upsetting everything in his way. On one
side of the room, and staring over the top of it, was a ser-
vant, or one of my field, I forget which, behind some
ancestral portrait, with the face of the picture to the stag,
which he had taken down to serve as a shield, while the
window-frame had beer. driven in with such force, that as
it stood, there was no getting the deer out that way. In
the midst 'of it all, and expecting more hounds in at the
window, unless my brother and Henry Wombwell were
quick in getting them away, I was almost at my wit's
end ; however, calling on the spectator who was parading
the picture, for heaven's sake, at least, to turn it the other
way, or the first thing the ancestral countenance would
have would be the horns of the stag through it, in motion
as the bearer kept it, I caaght the hounds and led them
out. The stag being quiet, and having sent all sorts of
apologies up to Lady Mary, I reported that the state of
the window would not admit of the stag's egress, unless I
was permitted to enlarge the aperture, while, at the same
time, fresh and powerful as the stag was, it would be dan-
gerous to attempt to lead him through the conservatory.
The reply to my apologies and to this report was the
best-natured and kind that could be. She said, " she did
not in the least care for the accident, that I could not
help it, and, if necessary, I was to enlarge the fracture
in the window as much as I pleased," the only stipulation
being that, " when the stag regained his liberty, the
hounds were to be laid on the lawn that she might see
them running." Having returned to the scene of action,
and disengaged my sporting friend from the ancestral
picture, and placed it in safety, we knocked away the
stanchions of the window sufficiently to let the deer
through, and having borrowed a door from the offices by
way of more fitting shield, I got the stag out, and laid the
hounds on at the window.
No feature of this work is more charming than
the perfect good nature and self-satisfied air of
pleasantry which pervades its every page. The
author tells his tale with that felicitous buoyancy
of spirit which can only be derived from a full con-
viction of its interest. He is thoroughly in earnest,
and inspires the same feeling in the reader. Merry
he is generally, but not always so ; many of his
reflections indicate a mind full of fine feeling and
open to gentle emotions. The illustrations by
Leech are also happily in character, and the book,
like the subject it treats of, is a bracing one—
sufficiently stimulative to promote a healthful flow
of humour—not partaking of excess nor provoca-
tive of langour.

The Works of Joseph Addison. With Notes by
Richard Hurd, D.D.,Lord Bishop of Worcester.
London : Henry G. 3ohn.
The volume now before us is the second of this
very handsome edition of the works of our most
elegant essayist. It contains the whole of Addi-
son's contributions to the Tatler, and a consider-
able number of those whose quiet humour, sweet-
ness of diction, and moral grace, conferred undying
popularity on the Spectator. The highly-wrought
moral beauties which adorn the " Vision of Mirza"
are scarcely superior of their kind to the play-
ful, yet erudite, criticisms which he scatters about
over our popular poetry, nor do these surpass the
easy badinage and hearty good humour with which
he ridicules the frivolities and mock miseries of
artificial life. To quote from Addison now may to
many appear commonplace ; yet, even at the risk
of being charged with triteness, we shall present
to our readers the following catalogue of
ARTIFICIAL WOES.
It is, indeed, wonderful to consider, how men are able
to raise affliction to themselves out of everything. Lands
and houses, sheep and oxen, convey happiness and misery
into the hearts of reasonable creatures. Nay, I have
known a muff, a scarf, or a tippet, become a solid blessing
or misfortune. A lap-dog has broken the hearts of thou-
sands. Flavia, who had buried five children and two
husbands, was never able to get over the loss of her parrot.
How often has a divine creature been thrown into a fit by
neglect at a ball or an assembly ? Mopsa has kept her
chamber ever since the last masquerade, and is in greater
danger of her life upon being left out of it, than Clorinda
from the violent cold she caught at it. Nor are these dear
creatures the only sufferers by such imaginary calamities.
Many an author has been dejected at the censure of one
whom he has ever looked on as an idiot; and many a hero
cast into a fit of melancholy, because the rabble have not
booted at him as he passed through the streets. Theron
places all his happiness in a running horse, Suffenus in a
Igilded chariot, Fulvius in a blue string, and Florio in a
tulip-root. It would be endless to enumerate the many
fantastical afflictions that disturb mankind.
The editorial labours of the learned and reverend
prelate who has undertaken the superintendence of
this edition, evince attention, consideration, and
sound judgment. He contents himself with per-
forming the duties of an editor, and appears satis-
fied with a careful performance of his task ; would
it were possible to say, with truth, as much for
every editor of our English classics.

Caleb Stukeley. London : Nathaniel Cooke.
Caleb Stukeley is a tale of thrilling interest,
which first appeared in the pages of Blackwood' ;
Magazine in 1841, and which, during the course
of its serial publication in that celebrated periodical,
excited much attention. It contains numerous
vividly painted pictures of college life and artisti-