Let others talk as they will about the Greek and the Ottoman!—­in cookery, I abhor Greece, and love Turkey.  And yet how inconsistent I am in my politics! for I sometimes regard the partition of Turkey as a thing well purchased by the sacrifice of every Ottoman in the world—­would they were all under my feet!—­especially when I have the gout.  I confess, the dismemberment of Poland did not affect me much.  A man who is much accustomed to dismember fowls, will not care much about that of kingdoms.

Nor be the cod (a blessing on his head—­and shoulders!) forgotten.  Beautifully candid, his laminae separate readily before the tranchant silver, and each flake, covered with a creamy curd, lies ready to receive the affusion of molten (not oiled) butter, which, with its floating oyster-islands, seems in impatient agitation for the moment of overflowing the alluring “white creature,” as a modern poet styles it.

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TIMES TELESCOPE.

Having transported the public for the term of fourteen years, our readers need not be told that the present is the fifteenth volume.  We should say more in its praise had it said less in our own.  In richness and variety it is quite equal to any of its predecessors; and we promise our readers an occasional sip of its original sweets.

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The Keepsake and the Christmas-Box (the latter a juvenile annual) must stand over for an early number.

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