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Credit: Hints for the table: or, the economy of good living / [Anon]. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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Licence: Public Domain Mark
Credit: Hints for the table: or, the economy of good living / [Anon]. Source: Wellcome Collection.
![arranged, that in all places, and at all hours, chicken, cut- lets, and coffee, might be forthcoming at a word. “ This habit of eating fast and carelessly, (it is observed in the Quarterly Review,) is supposed to have paralysed Napo- leon on two of the most critical occasions of his life,—the battles of Borodino and Leipsic, which he might have con- verted into decisive and influential victories by pushing his advantages as he was wont. On each of these occasions, he is known to have been suffering from indigestion. On the third day of Dresden, too, the German novelist, Hoff- man, who was present in the town, asserts that the emperor would have done much more than he did, but for the effects of a shoulder of mutton stuffed with onions.” Silence does not always mark wisdom. Coleridge once dined in company with a person who listened to him and said nothing for a long while; but he nodded his head, and Coleridge thought him intelligent. At length, towards the end of the dinner, some apple dumplings were placed on the table, and the listener had no sooner seen them, than he burst forth, “ Them’s the jockies for me !” Coleridge adds : “ I wish Spurzheim could have examined the fellow’s head.” Sir Humphry Davy was an epicure of the drollest kind, and practised the chemistry of the kitchen: he was curious in tasting every thing that had never been tasted before, and interfered himself in the composition of dishes intended for his table, thereby encountering the wrath of strange cooks, and running serious risks in inn-kitchens. Poor-man-of-mutton is a term applied to a shoulder of mutton in Scotland, after it has been served as a roast at dinner, and appears as a broiled bone at supper, or at the dinner next day. The late Earl of B., popularly known as Old Rag, being indisposed at an hotel in London, one morning the landlord came to enumerate the good things in his larder, to prevail on his guest to eat something; when his lordship replied, “ Landlord, I think I could eat a mor- 1) sel of a poor man,” which, with the extreme ugliness of his ]| lordship’s countenance, so terrified Boniface, that he fled j from the room, and tumbled down stairs; supposing the 1](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b22021978_0161.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)
