Of all the delicacies in the whole mundus edibilis, I will mantain it to be the most delicate-princeps obsoniorum.

I speak not of your grown porkers things between pig and pork those hobbydehoysbut a young and tender suckling under a moon old-guiltless as yet of the sty― with no original speck of the amor immunditia, the hereditary failing of the first parent, yet manifest his voice as yet not broken, but something between a childish treble, and a grumble -the mild forerunner, or præludium, of a grunt.

He must be roasted. I am not ignorant that our ancestors ate them seethed, or boiledbut what a sacrifice of the exterior tegument!

There is no flavour comparable, I will con

tend, to that of the crisp, tawny, well-watched, not over-roasted, crackling, as it is well called

-the very teeth are invited to their share of the pleasure at this banquet in overcoming the coy, brittle resistance with the adhesive oleaginous - O call it not fat-but an indefiable sweetness growing up to it - the tender blossoming of fat - fat cropped in the bud taken in the shoot in the first innocence

the cream and quintessence of the child-pig's the lean, no lean, but a kind yet pure food of animal manna — or, rather, fat and lean (if it must be so) so blended and running into each other, that both together make but one ambrosian result, or common substance.

Behold him, while he is doing it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, then a scorching

How equably

heat, that he is so passive to. he twirleth round the string! - Now he is just done. To see the extreme sensibility of that tender age, he hath wept out his pretty eyes radiant jellies-shooting stars —

See him in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth!- wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany maturer swinehood? Ten to one he one he would have proved a glutton, a sloven, an obstinate, disagreeable animal-wallowing in all manner of filthy conversation - from these sins he is happily snatched away —

Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,

Death came with timely care