Rensselaer Republican, Volume 18, Number 24, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 February 1886 — A Pudding of the Paris Siege. [ARTICLE]

A Pudding of the Paris Siege.

I have eaten many a pudding, but there is one I shall never forget. Plums it had none, of suet it was innocent, the flour had a dingy hue, and its perfume wa3 redolent of mysteries. It was during the Paris siege—already a chapter of modern history. Small was the British colony during those dark days, only half a dozen families werfi here in all, and not two of those had a pudding at all. Oh, what a pudding it was! How heavy in the middle! What a poor, strained apology for the great national idish! The first course of horse-flesh had been greedily devoured (we were not over-nice in our tastes at that time), and just as the pudding made its appearance there was a loud ring at the door. Visitors wer§ few, and we started. “A telegram 1” “Yes!” News of friends and dear ones in England. A dozen words, not more, by pigeon post from Tours. How happy we all felt! —too happy for words! This was sauce for the pudding in good earpest. None richer and more toothsome ever was eaten. “Throw ou a log”—on such a night even fuel could not be economized. have a blaze, if it’s the last. And here’s to the health of absent friends in a bumper of claret, and * con usion to the enemy, the roar of whose guns makes distant thunder in our ears letter.