Ear-rings, of course, and Robert the Devil, William Tell, and Fra Diavolo, Stradivarius violins and Érard pianos and Sax trumpets.
And for the mouth:
Lent, plain cooking, The Gastronomists’ Calendar, The Gormand’s Dictionary. Soups of every kind have they made for it, from Russian broth to French cabbage-soup; dishes for it are connected with the reputations of the greatest men, from Soubise cutlets to Richelieu puddings; its lips have been compared to coral, its teeth to pearls, its breath to perfume. Before it have been set plumed peacocks and undrawn snipes; and, for the future, it has been promised whole roast larks.
But what has been invented for the nose?
Attar of roses and snuff.
You have not done well, oh, my masters the philanthropists; oh, my brothers the poets!
And yet how faithfully this limb——
“It is not a limb!” cry the scientists.
I beg your pardon, gentlemen, and retract. This appendage—Ah yes, I was saying with what touching fidelity this appendage has done service for you.
The eyes sleep, the mouth closes, the ears are deaf.