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MANKIND, says a ese nuscript, whibsp; friend M. was obliging enough to read and epin to , for the first seenty thousand ages ate their at raw, g or biting it frothe liing anil, just as they do in Abyssinia to this day. This period is not obscurely hi by their great fucius in the sed chapter of his Muations, where he designates a kind of golden age by the terCho-fang, literally the oks holiday. The nuscript goes on to say, that the art of roasting, or rather broiling (which I take to be the elder brother) was actally dered in the nner following. The swine-herd, Ho-ti, haing go into the woods one as his nner was, tllect st for his hogs, left hittage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy, who being fond of pying with fire, as younkers of his age only are, let so sparks escape into a bundle of straw, which kindling quickly, spread the fgration oer eery part of their poor nsion, till it was reduced to ashes. Together with thttage (a sorry antediluian ke-shift of a building, you y think it), what was of ch re iortance, a fiter of new-farrowed pigs, han nine in nuer, perished. a pigs hae beeeed a luury all oer the east frothe retest periods that we read of. Bo-bo was ist sternation, as you y think, not so ch for the sake of the te, which his father and huld easily build up again with a few dry branches, and the bour of an hour or two, at any ti, as for the loss of the pigs. While he was thinking what he should say to his father, and wringing his hands oer the skis of one of those untily sufferers, an odour assailed his nostrils, unlike any st whic;cite藏书网;/citeh he had before eperienced. Whauld it proceed fro? -- not frothe burnttage -- he had s that sll before -- ihis was by no ans the first act of the kind which had ourred through the negligence of this unlucky young fire-brand. Much less did it resele that of any known herb, weed, or flower. A prenitory istening at the sa ti oerflowed his her lip. He knew not what to think. He stooped down to feel the pig, if there were any signs of life in it. He burnt his fingers, and tol thehe applied thein his booby fashion to his uth. So of the cru of therched skin had e away with his fingers, and for the first ti in his life (in the worlds life indeed, for before hino n had known it) he tasted -- crag! Again he fe and fuled at the pig. It did not burn hiso ow, still he licked his fingers froa sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow uanding, that it was the pig that s so, and the pig that tasted so delicious; and, surrendering hielf up to the new-born pleasure, he fell to tearing up whole handfuls of therched skin with the flesh it, and was g it down his throat in his beastly fashion, when his sire entered ad the sking rafters, ard with retributory cudgel, and finding how affairs stood, began to rain blows upon the young rogues shoulders, as thick as hail-stones, which Bo-bo heeded not ahan if they had been flies. The tig pleasure, which he eperienced in his lions, had rendered hiquite callous to any ineniences he ght feel in those rete quarters. His father ght y on but huld not beat hifrohis pig, till he had fairly de an end of it, when, being a little re sensible of his situation, sothing like the following dialogue ensued.
quot;You graceless whelp, what hae you got there de? Is it not enough that you hae burnt down three houses with ys tricks, and be hao you, but you st be eating fire, and I know not what -- what hae you got there, I say ?quot;
quot;O father, the pig, the pig, do e and taste how he burnt pig eats.quot;
The ears of Ho-ti tingled with horror. He cursed his son, and he cursed hielf that eer he should beget a son that should eat burnt pig.
Bo-bo, whose st was wonderfully sharpened sinbsp; soon raked out an, and fbbr?９９ｌiｂ?;/abbrairly rending it asuhrust the lesser half by in forto the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out quot;Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, father, only taste -- O Lord,quot; -- with such-like barbarous ejacutions, g all the while as if he would choke.
Ho-ti treled eery joint while he grasped the abohing, waering whether he should not put his son to death for an unnatural young nster, when the crag sc his fingers, as it had done his sons, and applying the sa redy to the he in his turn tasted so of its four, which, ke what sour uths he would for a pretence, proed not aogether displeasing to hi In clusion (for the nuscript here is a little tedious) both father and son fairly sat down to the ss, and neer left off till they had despatched all that reined of the litter.
Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the neighbours would certainly hae stohefor uple of abonable wretches, whuld think upon the good at which God had sent the heless, straories got about. It was obsered that Ho-tittage was burnt down now re frequently than eer. Nothing but fires frothis ti forward. So would break out in broad day, others in the night-ti. As often as the sow farrowed, so sure was the house of Ho-ti to be in a bze; and Ho-ti hielf, which was the re rerkable, instead of chastising his soo grow re indulgent to hithan eer. At length they were watched, the terrible stery dered, and father and son suoo take their trial at Pekin, then an insiderable assize town. Eidence was gien, the obnoious food itself produced iurt, and erdict about to be pronounced, when the foren of the jury begged that so of the burnt pig, of which the culprits stood aused, ght be handed into the bo. He ha, and they all ha, and burning their fingers, as Bo-bo and his father had done before the and nature proting to each of thethe sa redy, against the face of all the facts, and the clearest charge which judge had eer gien, -- to the surprise of the wholurt, towns- folk, strangers, reporters, and all present -- without leaing the bo, or any nner of sul;sa;/satation whateer, they brought in a sianeous erdict of Not Guiy.
The judge, who was a shrewd fellow, wi the iniquity of the decision: and, when thurt was disssed, went priily, and bought up all the pigs thauld be had for loe or ney. In a few days his Lordships town house was obsered to be on fire. The thing took wing, and now there was nothing to be seen but fires in eery dire. Fuel and pigs grew enorusly dear all oer the district. The insurance offices one and all shut up shop. People bui slighter and slighter eery day, until it was feared that the ery sce of architecture would in no long ti be lost to the world. Thus this of firing houses tiill in process of ti, says nuscript, a sage arose, like our Locke, who de a dery, that the flesh of swine, or indeed of any other anil, ght boked (burnt, as they called it) without the y of ing a whole house to dress it. Then first began the rude forof a gridiron. Roasting by the string, or spit, a tury or two ter, I fet in whose dynasty. By such slow degrees, cludes the nuscript, do the st useful, and seengly the st obious arts, ke their way ang n-kind.
Without pg too ilicit faith i aboe gien, it st be agreed, that if a worthy pretet for so dangerous a as setting houses on fire (especially in these daysuld be assigned in faour of any ary object, that pretet and ecuse ght be found in ROAST PIG.
Of all the delicacies in the whole ndus edibilis, I will intain it to be the st delicate -- princeps obsonioru
I speak not of yrown porkers -- things between pig and pork -- those hobbydehoys -- but a young and tender sug -- under a on old -- guiless as yet of the sty -- with ninal speck of the ar iunditiae, the hereditary failing of the first parent, yet -- his oice as yet not broken, but sothiween a childish treble, and a grule -- the ld forerunner, or praeludiu of a grunt.
He st be roasted. I anot ignorant that our aors ate theseethed, or boiled -- but what a sacrifice of the eteriunt!
There is no four parable, I will tend, to that of the crisp, tawny, well-watched, not oer-roasted, crag, as it is well called -- the ery teeth are io their share of the pleasure at this ba in thy, brittle resistance -- with the adhesie oleaginous -- O call it not fat -- but an indefinable sweetness growing up to it -- the tender blossong of fat -- fat cropped in the bud -- taken in the shoot -- in the first innoce -- the creaand quintessence of the child-pigs yet pure food -- the lean, no lean, but a kind of anil nna -- or, rather, fat and lean (if it st be so) so blended and running into each other, that both together ke but one arosia, or on substance.
Behold hi while he is doing -- it seeth rather a refreshing warh, than a sc heat, that he is so passie to. How equably he twirleth round the string! -- Now he is just doo see the etre sensibility of that tender age, he hath wept out his pretty eyes -- radia? jellies -- shooting stars -
See hiin the dish, his sed cradle, how ek he lieth wouldst thou hae had this i grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often apany turer swinehood? Ten to one he would hae proed a glutton, a sloen, an obstinate, disagreeable anil -- wallowing in all nner of fihy ersation -- frothese sins he is happily snatched away -
Ere siuld blight, or sorrow fade,
Death ca with tily care -
his ry is odoriferous -- no curseth, while his stoch half rejecteth, the rank ba -- nalheaer boeth hiin reeking sausages -- he hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stoch of the judicious epicure -- and for such a to ght be tent to die.
He is the best of Sapors. Pine-apple is great. She is indeed alst too tra -- a delight, if not sinful, yet so like to sinning, that really a tender-sced person would do well to pause -- too raishing for rtal taste, she wouh and riateth the lips that approach her -- like loers kisses, she biteth she is a pleasure b on pain frothe fieress and insanity of her relish -- but she stoppeth at the pate -- she ddleth not with the appetite -- and tharsest hunger ght barter her sistently for a tton chop.
Pig -- let speak his praise -- Is no less proocatie of the appetite, than he is satisfactory to the critiess of the pate. The strong n y batten on hi and the weakling refuseth not his ld juices.
Uo nkinds ed characters, a bundle of irtues and ices, ineplicably iwisted, and not to be unraelled without hazard, he is good throughout. No part of hiis better or worse than another. He helpeth, as far as his little aend, all around. He is the least enious of bas. He is all neighbours fare.
I aone of those, who freely and ungrudgingly iart a share of the good things of this life which fall to their lot (few as ne are in this kind) to a friend. I protest I take as great an i in friends pleasures, his relishes, and proper satisfas, as in ne own. quot;Presents,quot; I often say, quot;endear Absents.quot; Hares, pheasants, partridges, snipes, barn-door chi (those quot;ta iltic fo;quot;), s, ploers, brawn, barrels of oysters, I dispense as freely as I receie the I loe to taste the as it were, upoongue of friend. But a stop st be put sowhere. One would not, like Lear,quot; gie eery thing.quot; I ke stand upon pig. Methinks it is an ingratitude to the Gier of all good fours, to etra-dociliate, or send out of the house, slightingly, (under pretet of friendship, or I know not what) a blessing so particurly adapted, predestined, I y say, to indiidual pate -- It argues an insensibility.
I reer a touch of s this kind at sy good old aunt, who neer parted fro at the end of a holiday without stuffing a sweet-at, or so hing, into  ocket, had disssed one eening with a sking plucake, fresh frothe oen. In way to school (it was oer Londe) a grey-headed old beggar saluted (I hae no doubt at this ti of day that he was a terfeit). I had no peo sole hiwith, and in the anity of self-denial, and the ery bry of charity, school-boy-like, I ;tt?tade hia present of -- the whole cake! I walked on a little, buoyed up, as one is on such oasions, with a sweet soothing of self-satisf but before I had got to the end of the bridge, better feelings returned, and I burst into tears, thinking how ungrateful I had been to good aunt, to go and gie her good gift away to a strahat I had neer seen before, and who ght be a bad n fht I knew; and then I thought of the pleasure aunt would be taking in thinking that I -- I self, and not another -- would eat her nice cake -- and what should I say to her the i I saw her -- how naughty I was to part with her pretty present -- and the odour of that spicy cake ca back upon lle, and the pleasure and the curiosity I had taken in seeing her ke it, and her joy when she sent it to the oen, and how disappointed she would feel that I had neer had a bit of it in uth at st -- and I bd ierti spirit of ai-giing, and out-of-pce hypocrisy of goodness, and aboe all I wished o see the face again of that insidious, good-for-nothing, old grey iostor.
Our aors were ni their thod of sacrifig these tender icti. We read of pigs whipt to death with sothing of a shock, as we hear of any other obsolete . The age of discipline is gone by, or it would be curious to inquire (in a philosophical light rely) what effect this process ght hae towards iing and dulcifying a substanaturally so ld and dulcet as the flesh of young pigs. It looks like refining a iolet. Yet we should be cautious while we n the inhunity, how we sure the wisdoof the practice. It ght iart a gusto -
I reer an hypothesis, argued upon by the young students, when I was at St. Ors, and intained with ch learning and pleasantry on both sides, quot;Whether, supposing that the four of a pig who obtained his death by whipping (per fgeltiore superadded a pleasure upoe of a ehan any possible suffering we ceie in the anil, is n justified in using that thod of putting the anil to death ?quot; I fet the decision.
His sauce should be sidered. Decidedly, a few bread cru, done up with his lier and brains, and a dash of ld sage. But, banish, dear Mrs. ok, I beseech you, the whole onion tribe. Barbecue your whole hogs to your pate, steep thein shalots, stuff theout with pntations of the rank and guiy garlic; you ot poison the or ke thestrohan they are -- but sider, he is a weakling -- a flower.
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