Regarded from any point of view, the love of good living deserves nothing but praise and encouragement.  Physically, it is the result and proof of the digestive organs being healthy and perfect.  Morally, it shows implicit resignation to the commands of Nature, who, in ordering man to eat that he may live, gives him appetite to invite, flavor to encourage, and pleasure to reward.

From the political economist’s point of view, the love of good living is a tie between nations, uniting them by the interchange of various articles of food which are in constant use.  Hence the voyage from Pole to Pole of wines, sugars, fruits, and so forth.  What else sustains the hope and emulation of that crowd of fishermen, huntsmen, gardeners, and others who daily stock the most sumptuous larders with the results of their skill and labor?  What else supports the industrious army of cooks, pastry-cooks, confectioners, and many other food-preparers, with all their various assistants?  These various branches of industry derive their support in a great measure from the largest incomes, but they also rely upon the daily wants of all classes.

As society is at present constituted, it is almost impossible to conceive of a race living solely on bread and vegetables.  Such a nation would infallibly be conquered by the armies of some flesh-eating race (like the Hindoos, who have been the prey of all those, one after another, who cared to attack them), or else it would be converted by the cooking of the neighboring nations, as ancient history records of the Boeotians, who acquired a love for good living after the battle of Leuctra.

Good living opens out great resources for replenishing the public purse:  it brings contributions to town-dues, to the custom-house, and other indirect contributions.  Everything we eat is taxed, and there is no exchequer that is not substantially supported by lovers of good living.  Shall we speak of that swarm of cooks who have for ages been annually leaving France, to improve foreign nations in the art of good living?  Most of them succeed; and in obedience to an instinct which never dies in a Frenchman’s heart, bring back to their country the fruits of their economy.  The sum thus imported is greater than might be supposed, and therefore they, like the others, will be honored by posterity.

But if nations were grateful, then Frenchmen, above all other races, ought to raise a temple and altars to “Gourmandise.”  By the treaty of November, 1815, the allies imposed upon France the condition of paying thirty millions sterling in three years, besides claims for compensation and various requisitions, amounting to nearly as much more.  The apprehension, or rather certainty, became general that a national bankruptcy must ensue, more especially as the money was to be paid in specie.

“Alas!” said all who had anything to lose, as they saw the fatal tumbril pass to be filled in the Rue Vivienne, “there is our money emigrating in a lump; next year we shall fall on our knees before a crown-piece; we are about to fall into the condition of a ruined man; speculations of every kind will fail; it will be impossible to borrow; there will be nothing but weakness, exhaustion, civil death.”