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The Poetic Effusion of the Rev. Sydney Smith; or, A Clerical Salad Adapted to All Dishes, Whether Meats, Pish or Vegetables. —Our salads would not be complete without this one in verse to help rivet the proportions and other points of importance to the memory of all lovers of salad dressings. He says:
" To make this condiment your poet begs The powdered yellow of two bard-boiled eggs, Two boiled potatoes passed through kitchen sieve. Smoothness and softness to the salad give. Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl, And half suspected animate the whole. Of mordant mustard, add a single spoon, Distrust the condiment that bites too soon. But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault, To add a double quantity of salt; Pour times the spoon, with oil from Lucan crown. And twice with vinegar procured from town; And lastly o'er the flavored compound toss A magic soupcon of anchovy sauce. O, green and glorious! O, herbaceous treat! "Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat. Back to the world he'd tempt his fleeting soul, And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl. Serenely full, the epicure would say, Fate cannot harm me, I have dined to-day. "
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