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OUR
ANCESTORS.
21
Homan
Banquet
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BY
QUINTUS
HORATIUS
FLACCUS.
SATIRARUM
LIBER
II.
VIII.
TRANSL.
BY
P.
FRANCIS.
[This
is
obviously
a
satire
on
a
person
of
bad
taste
giving
a
dinner
to
men
of
superior
rank,
where
every
delicacy
of
the
sea-
son,
though
commended
with
ostentation
by
the
host,
is
either
tainted
by
being
kept
too
long,
or
spoiled
by
bad
cookery,
and
disgraced
by
the
awkwardness
of
the
attendants.]
HORACE,
FUNDANIUS
HORACE.
They
told
me
that
you
spent
the
jovial
night
With
Nasidienus,
that
same
happy
wight,
From
early
day,
or
you
had
been
my
guest;
But,
prithee,
tell
me
how
you
liked
the
feast.
FUNDANIUS.
Sure
never
better.
HORACE.
Tell
me,
if
you
please,
How
did
you
first
your
appetite
appease
?
FUNDANIUS.
First,
a
Lucanian
boar,
of
tender
kind,
Caught,
says
our
host,
in
a
soft
southern
wind:
Around
him
lay
whatever
could
excite,
With
pungent
force,
the
jaded
appetite;
Rapes,
lettuce,
radishes,
anchovy
brine,
With
skerrets
and
the
lees
of
Coan
wine.
This
dish
removed,
a
slave,
expert
and
able,
With
purple
napkin
wiped
a
maple
table;