The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1831-02-17

murred, ana tneTe was great danger
of a general rising in the kitchen. The
cook forthwith went to the editor of
the Constitutional to demand the inser-
ton of an article denouncing fish din
ner except on fast days, and that night
all Paris was in an uproar about relig-
ion and the jesuits.
In the meantime the waiter was des-
patched to represent TO our hero the
utter impossibility of cooking such a
dinner any where in Paris.
well then, said Cuthbert, in a pass
ion, go and serve up the cooks head
in a charger for my dinner if you like
The eyes of the waiter dilated.-
THE head of the greatest artistic in all
Paris-Ciel!'
'Ay, the greater the artistic the bet
ter dish his head will make
The waiter disappeared, and in
few minutes the cook rushed in, spit
in hand, his eyes glaringlike twobright
saucepans.
Monsieur said he, grating his teeth.
Monsieur. hey dem! You want my
head for dinner, hey?'
Yes, you won't give me any thing
else. | must have something
'Eh bien Peste Diable Sacre o
ciel You cook the best head in all
Paris for your dinner!' and he stamped
aboutthe room, repeating Bette Coch-
on Jan Bull which was the climax
of all.-'These Anglais have no more
respect for the fine arts than arepub-
lican!'
The cook would have certainly gone
distracted if our hero had not pacified
him by the assurance that he wanted
his head to eat, in the hope that he
should be thereby inspired with his
genius, and become the greatest cook
in Paris.
The Artistic was delighted, made a
thousand bows, and declared that ifl
Monsieur would leave the dinner to
his discretion, he would serve him up
one that should make him the envy ofl
all the kings in the universe, not ex-
cepting Charles the Tenth. Thus this |
momentous business was settled with |
out bloodshed, and Cuthbert at last |
dined upon several dishes that he |
thought must have been made up after |
an apotbecary's prescription. This
observation being communicated to the |
cook by the waiter, who hated .he
cook because he interfered with his
perquisites, had fatal effect upon his
spirits. He pined away, never cook
ed good dinner afterward mistook
Carrottes a la F2omande for Asperges
snpetits pois, and finally was found one
suspended from the crane oil
the chimney, with the little turnspit
licking his feet.
Our hero frequently went to fash
ionable parties, where he saw people
Of high rank, and was introduced to
some of the beauties of Paris.
rs it possiblev thought he. these
dukes and marshals actually look Just
like men have seen in my own coun-
try, and behave very much like the
well-bred people there. As for the la
dies, they are certainly pretty enough
but one need not go out of Broad (,
way to see pretty women any day in
he week.
Alter being in Paris about three
months, Cuthbert found it was possible
o be exnui even in Paris. 1t is possi-
'le to be always eating and seeing 9
lights, and besides the winter was set
ing in, and Cuthbert never encounter {
I'd such winter. 1t was worth going :
o Paris to see. He never saw the !:
un for six weeks. The whole coun-
ry was in tears, and so was the CITY.
4 II did not rain, it drizzled; and if it ]
lid not drizzle it misted. The win q
lows ran dew-drops day and night, q
md as did the walls, the bannister, andl
very thing inside the house. One
lay as he was sitting disconsolate in
he midst of the world Of waters, he !,
aid to himself, SIS it possible this can
e the delightful climate of PARISH =
Just then a few drops of water trick
ID down on his head from the upper !
eiiing. 1T must be the deluge,
1ought he, and ran up stairs where he
'und M Lord Anglais.an Enlishman a
nd fsllow-lodger, sitting on the bed .
shIng with great gravity, and reading =
Id Isaak Walton, meanwhile. lie
What luck, my lord!' said Cuthbert. y
'Middling,' quoth NJ Lord Anglais ', Y
I've had symptoms Of a glorious nib 9
le. Pray be SO good as to send my I
srvant with boat to take me of this y
land o