300 Quarters of Wheat.
300 Tuns of Ale.
104 Tuns of Wine.
One pipe of spiced Wine.
10 fat Oxen.
6 wild Bulls.
300 Pigs.
1004 Wethers.
300 Hogs.
3000 Calves.
3000 Geese.
300 Capons.
100 Peacocks.
200 Cranes.
200 Kids.
2000 Chickens.
4000 Pigeons.
4000 Rabbits.
4000 Ducks.		 204 Bitterns.
400 Hernsies.
200 Pheasants.
500 Partridges.
5000 Woodcocks.
400 Plovers.
100 Curlews.
100 Quails.
1000 Eggets.
200 Rees.
4000 Bucks, Does, and Roebucks.
155 Hot Venison Pasties.
4000 Cold Venison Pasties.
1000 Dishes of Jellies.
2000 Hot Custards.
4000 Cold Custards.
400 Tarts.
300 Pikes, 300 Breams.
8 Seals, and 4 Porpoises.

At the feast the Earl of Warwick was Steward, the Earl of Bedford Treasurer, the Lord Hastings Comptroller, with many noble offers: Servitors 1000, Cooks 62, Kitcheners and Scullions 515.

For description of the above, read the introduction of French Pot-au-feu, page 649.

NEW PAGODATIQUE ENTRÉE DISH.
A LA SOYER.[28]

THE union which has been forced between the “Children of the Son” and those of proud Albion has thrown some beneficial rays upon our European domains and costumes, and if they have not improved our manners and habits, they have at all events changed them.

It is true that we had, previously to this, reaped marvellous things from the “Celestial Empire;” but the English nation, always eager for novelty, could not be contented with their (Ombres Chinoises) Chinese shadows, but must possess them in reality. Since this astonishing conquest you have Chinese quadrilles, Chinese fashions, exhibitions furiously Chinese, and, for certain, several millions of dollars, which are every bit as Chinese as the illustrious descendant of more than forty centuries, whom you are still expecting as a most extraordinary ambassador. I already perceive that your shoes, “jolies Anglaises,” change and diminish with great rapidity. Even now you appear to walk with difficulty; really, if you continue this practice, you will, like the Mandarins’ ladies, have very pretty feet for sitting, but very bad ones for walking. The intellectual part, which is covered with your splendid “blonde chevelure,” will suffer as much as your little feet; and it will be a contest between your astonishing and gracious Amazons, who shall have their hair turned up first, in hopes to resemble your celestial sister and nuptial companion of the expected plenipotentiary. Your beautiful eyes, I hope, will remain in their primitive purity; also that clear and rich tone of colour, which brings to mind those extraordinary fine visages clair de lune de l’antiquité. The island of Great Britain adds to and preserves this superb and almost ephemeric colour, unknown to the soil of the Continent.

You may, nymphs of the ocean, let your nails grow in the fantastic manner of that captured country; that is, near an inch longer than our insignificant custom in Europe, which is, they say, “a part of the world far from being civilized.” I would also advise you to use with moderation the beaume Cremeux Houbigant, which will preserve them that beautiful vermeil, so greatly admired.

But reflect for a moment, in giving full scope to your fashionable taste, you sacrifice a thousand chefs-d’œuvre, and entirely forsake our illustrious favorites, Mozart, Rossini, Meyerbeer, Auber, Handel, and many others; because you recollect that the harp, guitar, piano, &c., were not invented for the Mandarins: but setting aside all these little tribulations, while walking about with pain, you will have the gratification of hearing, “There goes a lady of the newest fashion.”

While discoursing upon these trifling subjects, I did not perceive an enormous Epicurean, not very particular in fashions, and still less partial to politics (which proves the difficulty of finding several great accomplishments centred in one person), was waiting with intense anxiety, to hear the result of the notice on the title-page; immediately addressing me, he exclaimed, as our satiric Boileau might have said, “Tout ce que vous venez de débiter est certainement bien plat,”—“but where the deuce is your new plat d’entrée, or entrée dish?”

I begged a thousand pardons of my antagonist, and perceived, to my great surprise, that I had involuntarily left my culinary laboratory to undertake an ephemeric voyage to China. After an apology on each side, the following dialogue took place between us: