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day; but then she was not particular as to the viands: she was contented, so she had a hearty meal, to go to the cook-shop of A. K. Newman. All she wanted was a stuff, though it might be only stuff and nonsense.

We do not quarrel, therefore, with the caterers to this craving, but regard the issue of weak novels to these hungerers as a sort of charity-as a distribution of soup to the poor. Should any sharp-set lady, like our friend, be reduced to want, not having tasted a novel for twenty-four hours, let her go to Mr. Effingham Wilson for a meal, and "Arthur Coningsby" will serve for a stop-gap as well as most other novels of its class.

In the meantime we will just lift up the cover of the work, and give her a sniff of the relish she may expect. It describes a lady of delicate constitution, who required a great deal of support, but neglected to take it.

"Her features were regular and striking, and her dark grey eyes could not conceal their splendour," &c., &c.

ODE TO MISS KELLY.*

ON HER OPENING THE STRAND THEATRE.

O BETTY-I beg pardon-Fanny K.!
(I was just thinking of your Betty Finnikin)-
Permit me this to say,

In quite a friendly way—

I like your theatre, though but a minnikin ;

My father wrote several songs, &c., for Miss Kelly's entertainments, having made her acquaintance through his most intimate friend Lamb. Among these may be mentioned "Sally Simpkin's Lament," in "Hood's Own."

For though small stages Kean dislikes to spout on,
Renounce me if I don't agree with Dowton,
The Minors are the Passions' proper schools.
For me, I never can

Find wisdom in the plan

That keeps large reservoirs for little Pooles.

I like your boxes where the audience sit
A family circle; and your little pit;
I like your little stage, where you discuss
Your pleasant bill of fare,

And show us passengers so rich and rare,
Your little stage seems quite an omnibus.

I like exceedingly your Parthian dame,
Dimly remembering dramatic codgers,
The ghost of Memory-the shade of Fame !-
Lord! what a housekeeper for Mr. Rogers!
I like your savage, of a one-horse power;
And Terence, done in Irish from the Latin;
And Sally quite a kitchen-garden flower;
And Mrs. Drake, serene in sky-blue satin !
I like your girl as speechless as a mummy—
It shows you can play dummy!-
I like your boy, deprived of every gleam
Of light for ever-a benighted being!
And really think-though Irish it may seem-
Your blindness is worth seeing.

I like

your

Governess; and there's a striking

Tale of Two Brothers, that sets tears a-flowing

But I'm not going

All through the bill to tell you of my liking.

Suffice it, Fanny Kelly! with your art

So much in love, like others I have grown,
I really mean myself to take a part

In "Free and Easy"-at my own bespeak-
And shall three times a week

Drop in and make your pretty house my own!

REVIEW.

VEGETABLE COOKERY; WITH AN INTRODUCTION RECOMMENDING ABSTINENCE FROM ANIMAL FOOD. London: Effingham Wilson.

THE editor of this work belongs to a society, upwards of one hundred of whom have abstained from animal food from ten to twenty years. We have heard of this society, and suspect that it holds its meetings in Covent Garden, and that the president has a lively interest in the sale of potherbs. There is a frontispiece, indeed, very like a fancy stall in the market. The hint is clearly taken from Grimaldi's old stage trick of building up a man of vegetables, and the authoress has wisely, or more herbally speaking, sagely, endeavoured to apply pantomime practice to real every-day life, and to support the human body with sour-krout, onions, parsneps, and split-peas.

"The pernicious custom of eating animal food having become so general in this country," she feels called upon to make a stand against buttock of beef, set her own face against pork chops, and lift up her vegetable voice in a style. enough to put Alderman Scales and his fraternity on their own tenterhooks.

The lady's chapel is evidently not Whitechapel, and she declares more for Tabernacle than Meating. Dr. LAMBE

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very naturally declares with her against MUTTON; and Dr. Buchan says "the consumptions so common in England are in part owing to the great use of animal food;" but the dear lady does not perceive that the consumption here applies to the cattle, with whom it is really an hereditary disease. The late Sir Edward Berry "prevailed on a man to live on partridges, without vegetables," but after eight days' trial "he was obliged to give up the game." Nobody doubts it; but how long would a good strong hearty fellow hold out on a diet of "purslain, pennyroyal, and tarragon ?" "The Tartars," says Sir John Sinclair, "who live principally on animal food, possess a ferocity of mind and fierceness of character which forms the leading features of all carnivorous animals." Begging Sir John's pardon, the horseflesh has nothing to do with the matter,

A Tartar would be a Tarter if he only ate sorrel.

The lady, however, goes a step beyond Sir John, and declares that the eaters of animal food are nothing less than Holloways and Haggertys, and that Dolly's chop-house is as infamous as Probert's cottage.

She tells us "We must cease to degrade and bestialize our bodies, by making them the burialplaces for the carcases of innocent brute animals, some healthy, some diseased, and all violently murdered!" (p. 3.) And again (p. 4), “There can be no doubt, therefore, that the practice of slaughtering and devouring animals has a tendency to strengthen in us a murderous disposition, and a brutal nature, rendering us insensible to pity, and inducing us more easily to sanction the murdering of a fellow-creature." No such thing. Johnson, the last murderer, was a gardener, and certainly had more to do with vegetables than butcher's meat. The Irish, unfortunately adduced by the lady as examples, though they live mainly on potatoes, are not very remarkable for mild

ness or mercy; and if this Mrs. Herbstrewer will refer to Thurtell's case, she will find that though the murderers ate pork chops, it was AFTER the fact.

The lady is a pious lady, and appeals often to her Bible, but professedly disbelieves that "real animals were let down in a sheet out of heaven" to the hungry apostle.

Her version evidently is,-" Arise, Peter! kill that cucumber, slay that lettuce, and stick that turnip!" Such a diet, she declares, would "entirely abolish the greatest of all curses-war ;" and yet of all the apostles St. Peter was the only one recorded to have used his sword! To come nearer

home, Earl Grey pursues a peaceful policy; but does it follow that his lordship breakfasts on leeks, or dines on cabbage, and sups on radishes. To be sure, rations of marigolds and marjoram might take some of the fight out of the Lifeguards and Dragoons; but we fear not even the lady herself could preach the Coldstream into living on water

cresses.

Holding these opinions, we shall not trouble our readers with the prescriptions for making vegetable messes, but must extract part of a recipe for an omelet, which includes a whole direction for making a frying-pan :-" Omelets should be fried in a small frying-pan made for that purpose with a small quantity of butter." (p. 4.)

There is in the introduction a second discourse, on spirituous liquors, in which the vegetables of course get well watered; but the essay is only remarkable for a shrewd suspicion by Doctor Carlyle, that "no man would give a lamb, a calf, a chicken, or a duck, spirituous liquors, with a hope of rendering it sooner fat, even if such liquors were so cheap as to make it an economical process; yet many parents do this by their CHILDREN." The fattening of children for the table is certainly a new idea, and we recommend the

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