THE SPORTSMAN IN FRANCE. 41 



stance of his imperfect knowledge of our 

 language. It happened that Captain 



G 's English housekeeper, one Mrs. 



Hopkins, had an incomparable recipe for 

 corning beef, given to her master, I 

 believe, by the late Admiral Pocock. 



As a treat to us Englishmen, some few 

 days after the said breakfast, an enormous 

 brisket, most happily cured, was sent to 

 our hotel by Captain G . 



It was boiled under our own superin- 

 tendence ; and just as we were about to 

 sit down to this truly John Bull fare, 

 who should make his appearance but our 

 littel Deer himself. A hearty salutation 



from Captain P was the result, 



and as he knew but little French, said, in 

 most intelligible EngUsh, '' Sit down, old 

 fellow, you are just in time to take pot- 

 luck with us." He did so ; and I never 

 saw any man of any nation enjoy a dish 



