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; le of Chili vinegar , 2 boxea of preserved cream ( whipped ) , 4 ounces of sugar , halots , salt , cayenne pepper , mustard , and a quarter of an ounce of Oriental bs which are quite unknown in England . We must add the receipt for the Marmora loving-cup : — P roportions . —Syrup of orgeat , one quart ; cognac brandy , one pint ; maraschino , : a pint ; Jamaica rum , half a pint ; champagne , two bottles ; soda-water , two Jes ; sugar , six ounces ; and four middling-sized lemons . 'hinly peal the lemons , and place the rind in a bowl with the sugar ; macerate n well for a minute or two , in order to extract the flavour from the lemon . Next eeze the juice of the lemons upon this , add two bottles of soda-water , and stir well the sugar is dissolved ; pour in the syrup of orgeat , whip the mixture well n an egg-whisk in order to whiten the composition . Then add the brandy , rum , . maraschino ; strain the whole into the punch-bowl , and just before serving add champagne , which should be well iced . While adding the champagne , stir well with ladle : this will render the cup creamy and mellow . lalf the quantity given here , or even less , may be made ; this receipt being for a ty of thirty .
" To whom aid he leave his fortune ?" " Oh , to his favourite pet , Madame Ude . She is still alive , and lives in the same house in Alb « marle-street . " Of such quality is this new hors d ' ceuvre of Alexis Soyer , the ubiquitous Chef of the Kitchen Militant and International .
) ne more extract we will make ; Soyer and Lord Raglan are the interutors : — - ' I vras saying , Soyer , that I frequently visited Alvanley ; and we always knew : n Ude and his wife were at home , for they never ceased quarrelling . They kept or six dogs , and what with their barking and the quarrelling of master and misis , I never heard such a noise in my life . I often wondered how Lord Alvanley Id . put up with it j but he said he was used to it , and could hardly feel comfortable rwhere else . " 1 Talk of quarrelling , I believe they could not exist without it—not even on birthf 8 ; and if you will allow me , I will relate a singular birthday anecdote . " ' Pray do , Soyer . " ' You must know that the old gentleman , though very avaricious , now and then ie out in first-rate style with his gastronomic parties ; but the great day of all 3 the 15 th of August in each year—being the fete and birthday of the illustrious
1 far-famed Louis Eustache Tide . TJpon these occasions , about four-and-tw en ty his most devoted and illustrious disciples were invited , with their wives , to a most nptuous dinner at his house . The grandeur of the gold and silver ornaments was ually cast into the shade "by the elegance and succulence of the rnels they conned . The choicest articles in season—viz ., fish , flesh , poultry , vegetables , and it—seemed to have been waiting to come to perfection for this high-priest of the itronomic art , and many culinary inventions -which still delight the scientific . ates of the epicures of the day had their origin at that Lucullusian anniversary . ' Upon one of theso great occasions , Madame Soyer and myself were invited . As ivas the first to which I had been invited , I was very anxious to go . About a ek previous , so strong was my wish to be present at this feast , I asked , the comttee to grant me leave of absence from duty for one evening , and they kindly ; eded to my request . To the minute , . heure mititaire , we --were there , and were uted upon our arrival by the usual dogmatic chorus , which for a few minutes prelted our hearing a word that was spoken . At length we were all seated , Mr . Ude
the top of the table , and Mrs . Ude facing him . 'It was , I must repeat , a most superb and elegantly laid-out board . The best " t of the dessert , which is always refreshing to the sight , ' particularly in the middle August , ' had been made a perfect study . Soup was duly served , and highly praised the culinary convives and judges . It was a bisqtte d'e ' erevisses . The Madeira was julating cheerfully round the table , to the trinquing of glasses , after the old French hion , when an unfortunate guest , having probably too far to reach a beloved , snd , put his foot forward , and unfortunately deposited it upon the paw of one of » eiifans charts de la maison . "Vermilion—that was the name of the plaintiff—, ng an enfant gate , seized upon the leg , -which happened to he bootless , as the unsky guest wore thin shoes . The dog made a slight indenture with his teeth , wing him involuntarily to reply to the attack of Vermilion ; three or four more of ^ four-legged tribe joined the battle-cry , and the noise was intolerable . The comments which passed between the host and hostess were pithy and violent , though rcely heard through the din , excepting by those who happened to be seated close them . Wa were fortunately about the centre of the table , and all we could catch
"Oh , you stupid old man ! why did you not lock the dogs up-staira , as I told you do ?' '' Be quiet , madam ! ' replied Mr . Ude . ' This is my birthday , and I will have no arrelling . ' " ' No more will I ; but why did you not lock up your dogs ?' " Well , madam , I ' m sure they were quiet enoughtill that stupid young man tro < l on poor Vermilion ' s paw . ' '' Stupid young man , did you say ? Mr . Ude , pray how dare you insult my relan ? If any one ia stupid hore , it is tou , Mr . Ude . ' " ' Will you be quiet , madam ?'— ' No , I shall not !' " ' "What , not on my birthday ! There , take that . ' M A » he said this , he threw some almonds across the table , and his wife replied th some projectiles snatched up at random from other portions of the dessert . The gs joined in the fray , and entirely upset the party . All the ladies left thfc table . io
young man who had been bitten attempted to apologize ; in return for whicli Mcaaion on his part , the great Louis Eustache and hia amiable spouse returned a lley of abuse . An hour elapsed before anything like order could be established , ten Boveral ladies returned to the table , while a few remained to console the vi < - ruzed spouse . The great Mr . Ude had bravely retained his important position , and , H violently excited , commenced helping the fish—a magnificent crimped Gloucester imon , procured at Grovea's , in Bond-street—which wa 9 by this time as cold aa ice . Only fancy , ' ejaculated the enraged Amphitryon , ' even on my birthday ponmy word , sho is a wretch ! She never will ' Then , by way of parenthosia , i » ^? j » 'Go round with the sauce , you stupid ! don ' t stand there staring like a „ ~~~ * r ° apor ! no , I'm sure she never , never -will prosper !' At length so mething like harmony was restored ; but only bix ladies out of cloven turned ; tho others remained with Mrs . Ude , and , I beliove , dined up-stairs . Much our sorrow and disappointment , one of tho finest dinners of tho season was served cold , and entirely spoiledthrough tho pugnacity of Louis Eustache Udo's J
, vrounte pup . " ^ T-M ? IlCd hcartil >* at tho anecdote , particularly Lord Raglan , who then told us " m- tt-V call ° d upon him several mornings respecting a cook ho had applied for Mr-Ude , for his brother , tho Duke , fib n Ude , ' said Lord Raglan , " called several mornings , firot with two dogs , then rce , next four . At last I said to him , ' I am very much obliged to you , Mr . Udo , ryour Kind viaita respecting my brother's cook , and shall bo happy to see you at << w ? o . futuro without your four-logged companions . ' » « M l aSlCC ( i tIlC greftt cA < y » rather P ut out - My dear sir , if you wnnt an explanation , inquire of tho housemaid . ! ' Ho ruslied * , ana ncvor called ngain ; but ho sent tho cook nil tho samo . Ude wub an oxcel-»» ? Jana S ? t and a good cook , but hod a very odd temper ; he died very rich . " Very rich indeed . "
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A PAPISTICAL POEM . May Carols . By Aubrey De Vere . Longman and Co . Those who ' . object to tbe poetry of the present age on the groun d that it is 3 iot sufficiently orthodox , and who interpret orthodoxy in the sense of Papacy , should read these May Carols , and be comforted . Mr . De Vere is already known to the poetical public as a gentleman on whose writings the Pope himself might set the leaden seal of St . Peter ; but he is also known as a poet of considerable grace and sweetness . The volume before us will confirm his reputation both for orthdoxy , as it is ia Home , and for genius , as it is in Apollo . Very tender , delicate , and ultra-sensitive are the verses here dedicated to the service of ' the Church . ' And let us do the writer the justice to admit that his belief does not present itself to us in the worse forms of bigotry . It is not denunciatory , but loving ; does not glare with
the fires of the Inquisition , but only gleams with the milder radiance of altar flames and sanctuary lamps . Consequently , however heterodox you ms ^ r be , you can read without being roused into indignation or pugnacity . This is a great triumph in a writer who is evidently an enthusiast in his creed . Enthusiasm for the religion of the Church of Rome is , indeed , the central principle in this book—the hue which colours the whole of the poetry—the one emotion which dominates all other emotions in tie writer ' s mind . The universe to him but reflects and transfigures the story of Mary and Jesus , and the infallible Church arising out of it . The world is but the complement of Calvarv and Home . As usual in all Papistical literature , we hear
more of * Mary mother' than of Christ , and more of Christ than of God ; and , although this may jar with the feelings of those who are free from the trammels of sect , it must be taken for granted as belonging to the poet ' s faith , and respected for its enthusiasm . Apart , however , from matters of opinion or individual feeling , these May Carols contain much genuine poetry , which may be enjoyed by all -who have natural emotions and cultivated tastes . Mr . De Vere beautifully describes the effects of the Spring season , as it passes over field and forest , hill-side and lake , kindling and animating all things with its breath . Here is a specimen , in which the reader will see how Mr . De Vere blends his very descriptions with theological opinion : — "Behold ! the wintry rains are past :
The airs of midnight Jmrt no more : The young maids love tbee . Come at last : Thou liugerest at the garden-door . " Blow over all the garden ; blow , Thou wind that breatlest of the south , Through all the alleys winding low , With dewy wing and honeyed mouth . " But , wheresoe v er thou w&uderest , shape : Thy music ever to one Name : — Thou , too , clear stream , to cave and cape Be sure thou whisper of the same . " Hy every isle and bowei of musk Thy crystal clasps , as on it curls , We charge thee , breathe it to the dusk ; We charge thee , grave it in thy pearls . " The stream obeyed . Tlwt Name he bore Far out above the moon-lit tide . The breeze obeyed . He breathed it o ' er The unforgetting pines ; and died . The last two lines are very beautiful . The following is an April landscape , delicately touched : — When April ' s sudden sunset cold Through boughs half-clothed ¦ with watery sheen Bursts on the high , new-cowslipped wold , And bathes a world Jialf gold half green , Then shakes the illuminated air
With din of birds ; the vales far down Grow phosphorescent hare and there ; Forth flash tho turrets of the town ; Along tho aky thin vapours scud ; Bright zephyrs curl the choral main ; The wild ebullience of the blood Rings joy-bolls in tbe heart and brain : Tet in that music discords mix ; The unbalanced lights like meteors play ; And , tired of splendour . ) that perplex , The dazzled spirit sighs for May . Very exquisite , in feeling , in expression , and in soft , aad modulation , are the ensuing stanzas ., which might form a complete poem in themselves : — A sweet exhaustion seems to hold In spoils of calm tho shrouded eve-: The gorsc itself a boainless gold Puta forth : —yet nothing seems to grievo . The dewy chaplcts hang on air ; The -willowy fields are silver-grey ; Sad odour * wander here and there , And yet vie feel that it i $ May . Relaxed , and with a "broken flow , From dripping bowers low carols swell In mellower , glasnior tones , as though They mounted through a bubbling well . Tho crimson orchis searco sustains Upon its drenched and drooping spire The burden of the toartn soft rai 7 ia ; Tho purplo hills grow nigh and nighor . Nature , suspending lovely toils , On expectations lovelier brood *) , Listening-, with lifted hand , while coils Tho flooded rivulet through tho woods .
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No . 390 , September 12 , 1857 . ] THE LEADER , 885
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Leader (1850-1860), Sept. 12, 1857, page 885, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2209/page/21/
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