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possesses no tinge of sadness so long as it ushers 

 in the hunting season and the spoils of the 

 covers. 



" Green peas ! green peas ! " he exclaims. 

 " Of all street cries there is none that from base- 

 ment to mansard so unanimously rejoices the 

 hearts of all those that hear it. Green peas ! 

 green peas ! This is the true spring ; this is one 

 of its most adorable gifts ! " 



He speaks of pigeons which join to a touch- 

 ing size an adorable savor. There are sixty-two 

 ways of cooking them, he adds. " Some day I 

 will give them all." The lark, always a favorite 

 in France when done to a turn, he pronounces 

 " detestable when not sufficiently cooked. If 

 cooked too much it is still worse." A certain 

 cream whipped with strawberries, of which he 

 gives the recipe, he declares has left him many 

 delightful souvenirs. Sorely distressed is he to 

 trace the origin of a favorite entree sweet- 

 breads a la gendarme. " This grasping (em- 

 poignant) noix de veau a la gendarme, is it the 

 product of a man of arms, cook at his leisure, or 

 of a master named Gendarme ? Will it ever be 

 known ? My researches in this respect have 

 been in vain." 



But while the baron is happy in an entree, 

 he is pre-eminent in a piece de resistance. The 



