Those Persons Who Suffer From Indigestion, Or

An Intelligently Planned Feast Is Like A Summing Up Of The Whole World, Where Each Part Is Represented By Its Envoys.

Dessert Without Cheese Is Like A Beauty With Only One Eye

In The Centre Of A Spacious Table Rose A Pastry As Large As A Church, Flanked On The North By A Quarter Of Cold Veal, On The South By An Enormous Ham, On The East By A Monumental Pile Of Butter, And On The West By An Enormous Dish Of Artichokes, With A Hot Sauce.

Those From Whom Nature Has Withheld Taste Invented Trousers.

A Man Who Was Fond Of Wine Was Offered Some Grapes At Dessert After Dinner. "much Obliged," Said He, Pushing The Plate Aside, "i Am Not Accustomed To Take My Wine In Pills."