We have heard much of _Dunstable larks_ but the enthusiasm with which
_gourmets_ speak of these tit-bits of luxury, is far exceeded by the
Germans, who travel to Leipsic from a distance of many hundred miles,
merely to eat a dinner of larks, and then return contented and peaceful to
their families. So great is the slaughter of this bird at the Leipsic fair,
that half a million are annually devoured, principally by the booksellers
frequenting the city. What is the favourite bird at the coffee-house
dinners of our friends in Paternoster Row?
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