There was the golden sterlet of the Sheksna, the pheasant, nursling of the Caucasian forests, and strawberries, that great rarity in our north in the month of February...." "Tfu, heavens! Cannot your Excellency find some other subject ?" cried the other General in desperation, and taking the newspaper from his companion's hand, he read the following: "A correspondent writes to us from Tula: 'There was a festival here yesterday at the club, on the occasion of a sturgeon being caught in the river Upa (an occurrence which not even old residents can recall, the more so as private Warden B.was recognized in the sturgeon).

The author of the festival was brought in on a huge wooden platter, surrounded with cucumbers, and holding a bit of green in his mouth.

Doctor P., who was on duty that day as presiding officer, saw to it carefully that each of the guests received a piece.

The sauce was extremely varied, and even capricious.' ..." "Permit me, your Excellency, you also seem to be not sufficiently cautious in your choice of reading matter!" interrupted the first General, and taking the paper in his turn, he read: "A correspondent writes to us from Vyatka: 'One of the old residents here has invented the following original method of preparing fish soup: Take a live turbot, and whip him as a preliminary; when his liver has become swollen with rage.' ..." The Generals dropped their heads.

Everything on which they turned their eyes--everything bore witness to food.