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

with Mrs. Ude, and, I believe, dined upstairs. Much to our sorrow and disappointment, one of the finest dinners of the season was served up cold, and entirely spoiled, through the pugnacity of Louis Eustache Ude’s favourite pup.” All laughed heartily at the anecdote, particularly Lord Raglan, who then told us that Ude had called upon him several mornings respecting a cook he had applied for to Mr. Ude, for his brother, the Duke. “Ude,” said Lord Raglan, “called several mornings, first with two dogs, then three, next four. At last I said to him, ‘I am very much obliged to you, Mr. Ude, for your kind visits respecting my brother’s cook, and shall be happy to see you at any time--but in future without your four-legged companions.’ “‘Why?’ asked the great _chef_, rather put out. “‘My dear sir, if you want an explanation, inquire of the housemaid!’ He rushed out, and never called again; but he sent the cook all the same. Ude was an excellent manager, and a good cook, but had a very odd temper; he died very rich.” “Very rich indeed.” “To whom did he leave his fortune?” “Oh, to his favourite pet, Madame Ude. She is still alive, and lives in the same house in Albemarle-street.” “Really, I did not know that!” “My lord, and gentlemen, I wish you good evening, and thank you for your kindness.” “You must take some refreshment, Soyer, before you go. Order what you want. Steward, wait upon Monsieur Soyer.” They then all went out, and sat upon the door-steps, smoking their cigars. Lord Raglan was that night in a very jovial mood: Colonel Steele observed to me, “Did you ever know or see a finer man for his age? Is he not still full of life and vigour, and the picture of an English nobleman?” “He is, indeed; and I always notice that he has plenty of fun and jokes.” “That is true; but more so with you, as you are not a military man. He is very strict on duty.” As I was taking some refreshment, Lord Raglan