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the apprehension of being consarned in 

 liquor before dinner, to say nothing of 

 the flushed face, the heat, the thirst, the 

 indigestion, cum multis aliis of horrors, 

 detract considerably from the animal gra- 

 tification of feeding a la mode de Paris. 

 I did not recover from the effects of this 

 morning's excess for some time ; I felt 

 drunk for a week. 



After all, and not being over-parti- 

 cular, I am satisfied with some of Twi- 

 ning's best green, a muffin, a new-laid 

 egg, and an occasional layer of tongue — 

 as far as breakfast is concerned ; but 

 commend me to Very for a recherche din- 

 ner. His soups a la Reine, filets de soles, 

 vols au vents, and Marengos, are, like Mr. 

 Hunt's blacking — matchless. 



We left Paris on the 2Sth of August, 

 and arrived at Monsieur Hubert's cha- 

 teau, near Mery, in Champagne, the fol- 

 lowing day. To the Enghshman who 



