The Expedition of Humphry Clinker
The Expedition of Humphry Clinker
The Expedition of Humphry Clinker
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THE EXPEDITION OF HUMPHRY CLINKER 121<br />
nourishment, and savour, that a man might dine as comfortably<br />
on a white fricasee <strong>of</strong> kid-skin gloves, or chip hats from Leghorn.<br />
As they have discharged the natural colour from their bread,<br />
their butcher’s-meat, and poultry, their cutlets, ragouts, fricasees,<br />
and sauces <strong>of</strong> all kinds; so they insist upon having the complexion<br />
<strong>of</strong> their pot-herbs mended, even at the hazard <strong>of</strong> their lives.<br />
Perhaps, you will hardly believe they can be so mad as to boil their<br />
greens with brass half-pence, in order to improve their colour; and<br />
yet nothing is more true—Indeed, without this improvement in<br />
the colour, they have no personal merit. <strong>The</strong>y are produced in an<br />
artificial soil, and taste <strong>of</strong> nothing but the dunghills, from whence<br />
they spring. My cabbage, cauliflower, and ’sparagus in the country,<br />
are as much superior in flavour to those that are sold in Covent-<br />
garden, as my heath-mutton is to that <strong>of</strong> St. James’s market; which,<br />
in fact, is neither lamb nor mutton, but something betwixt the two,<br />
gorged in the rank fens <strong>of</strong> Lincoln and Essex, pale, coarse, and<br />
frowzy—As for the pork, it is an abominable carnivorous animal,<br />
fed with horse-flesh and distillers’ grains; and the poultry is all<br />
rotten, in consequence <strong>of</strong> a fever, occasioned by the infamous<br />
practice <strong>of</strong> sewing up the gut, that they may be the sooner fattened<br />
in coops, in consequence <strong>of</strong> this cruel retention.<br />
Of the fish, I need say nothing in this hot weather, but that it<br />
comes sixty, seventy, fourscore, and a hundred miles by land-<br />
carriage; a circumstance sufficient, without any comment, to turn<br />
a Dutchman’s stomach, even if his nose was not saluted in every<br />
alley with the sweet flavour <strong>of</strong> fresh mackarel, selling by retail—<br />
This is not the season for oysters; nevertheless, it may not be amiss<br />
to mention, that the right Colchester are kept in slime-pits, occa-<br />
sionally overflowed by the sea; and that the green colour, so much<br />
admired by the voluptuaries <strong>of</strong> this metropolis, is occasioned by<br />
the vitriolic scum, which rises on the surface <strong>of</strong> the stagnant and<br />
stinking water—Our rabbits are bred and fed in the poulterer’s<br />
cellar, where they have neither air nor exercise, consequently they<br />
must be firm in flesh, and delicious in flavour; and there is no game<br />
to be had for love or money.<br />
It must be owned, that Covent-garden affords some good fruit;<br />
which, however, is always engrossed by a few individuals <strong>of</strong> over-<br />
grown fortune, at an exorbitant price; so that little else than the<br />
refuse <strong>of</strong> the market falls to the share <strong>of</strong> the community; and that<br />
is distributed by such filthy hands, as I cannot look at without