Chapter 1795 of 1964 · 63 words · ~1 min read

LXV.

Fowls "à la Condé," slices eke of salmon, With "sauces Génevoises," and haunch of venison; Wines too, which might again have slain young Ammon--[755] A man like whom I hope we sha'n't see many soon; They also set a glazed Westphalian ham on, Whereon Apicius would bestow his benison; And then there was champagne with foaming whirls, As white as Cleopatra's melted pearls.