uld extend it to all civilized natives of our country。 We are content with nothing but the finest savours； the truest binations； our wealth； and happy natural circumstances； have allowed us an education of the palate of which our natural aptitude was worthy。 Think； by the bye； of those new potatoes； just mentioned。 Our cook； when dressing them； puts into the saucepan a sprig of mint。 This is genius。 No otherwise could the flavour of the vegetable be so perfectly； yet so delicately； emphasized。 The mint is there； and we know it； yet our palate knows only the young potato。
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There is to me an odd pathos in the literature of vegetarianism。 I remember the day when I read these periodicals and pamphlets with all the zest of hunger and poverty； vigorously seeking to persuade myself that flesh was an altogether superfluous； and even a repulsive； food。 If ever such things fall under my eyes nowadays； I am touched with a half humorous passion for the people whose necessity； not their will； consents to this chemical view of diet。 There es before me a vision of certain vegetarian restaurants； where； at a minim outlay； I have often enough made believe to satisfy my craving stomach； where I have swallowed 〃savoury cutlet；〃 〃vegetable steak；〃 and I know not what windy insufficiencies tricked up under specious names。 One place do I recall where you had a plete dinner for sixpence……I dare not try to remember the items。 But well indeed do I see the faces of the guests……poor clerks and shopboys； bloodless girls and women of many sorts……all endeavouring to find a relish in lentil soup and haricot something…or…other。 It was a grotesquely heart…breaking sight。
I hate with a bitter hatred the names of lentils and haricots……those pretentious cheats of the appetite； t