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jaairt
WLintn
ing
me
rare
old
gardens
aglow
with
flowers,
fruits,
and
vegetables
that
in
due
time
would
contribute
to
their
store,
and
at
parting
various
time-worn
recipes
were
urged
upon
me,
with
verbal
instructions
and
injunctions
upon
the
best
methods
of
putting
them
to
test.
From
this
beginning
I
ferreted
out
from
other sources
recipes
for
many
curious
con-
coctions,
the
very
name
of
which
fills
the
mind
with
fantasies
and
pictures
of
the
long
ago.
Do
we
not
feel
poignant
sympathy
for
the
grief
of
the
poor
Widow
of
Malabar,
whose
flow of
tears
has
descended
in
spirit,
through
three
centuries,
to
those
still
faith-
ful
to
her
memory?
Did
we
ever
pause
to
consider
what
a
slaughter
of
the
innocents
went
to
make
famous
many
an
old
English
tavern
whose
Sign
of
the
Cock
made
the
weary
traveller
pause
and
draw
rein,
and
call
loudly
for
the
stirrup
cup
of
this
home-
brewed
ale?
Can
we
not
feel
the
ponderous
presence,
and
smell
the
strong
tobacco
from
the
pipes
of
groups
of
stolid
Dutchmen,
of
the
days
of
Wouter
Van
Twiller,
when
we
read
of
that one-time
favorite
beverage,
Schiedam
Schnapps?
Again,
are
we
not
back
in
that
dull,
but
dehghtful,
society
of
the
days
of
Colonel
Newcome,
when
a
quiet
game
of
bezique
was
interrupted
by
the tidy
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