Soyer's Culinary Campaign: Being Historical Reminiscences of the Late War.: With The Plain Art of Cookery for Military and Civil Institutions

du Goût_, ‘On devient cuisinier, mais on est nait rôtisseur.’” “That is a charming work of Savarin’s,” said his lordship. “Well, Soyer,” continued he, “this certainly looks like English beef. Where does it come from?” “From Alexandria, my lord. I dined the other day on board the _Etna_, and we had a splendid piece of roast beef for dinner. I at once claimed a portion for your lordship’s table; and the captain ordered the best piece to be put by--and here it is.” “Very kind of him, very kind--and of you too, Monsieur Soyer.” As Lord Raglan said this, he turned and gave his orders to Colonel Steele. “Have you found your pony?” “I believe so. I hear it is in the stables of the 93rd Regiment, and I am going to look for it directly.” “You are lucky,” said he; “for some fellows have actually stolen thirty live sheep and several mules from here.” “Have they indeed?” “Yes, I assure you it is too true. Is it not, Steele?” “So I was told.” “Oh, I hear Miss Nightingale is soon going back.” “Yes, as soon as she is sufficiently strong to bear the voyage.” Lord Raglan then left the room. Never was there a man at all times more composed and collected than he was; and he always had a kind word and smile for those around him, even at the most critical times. Several days had by this time elapsed since the departure of the expedition for Kertch, and no news of its movements had been received. The harbour looked very dull. Not knowing how to spend my evening, I went with a friend to Kadikoi, and dined there. Whilst at table, an officer who knew me, and who was reading the last number of the _Illustrated London News_, addressed me with a “Hallo, Monsieur Soyer, they have got you in the _Illustrated_ this week.” “Have they?” said I. “Oh, I see--it is the last letter I sent from Scutari.” “Yes, it is,” he replied. “About the opening of my kitchen? Yes, and here is the sketch. I