_To the Editor._
Sir,--Few men enjoy, or deserve better living than the citizens of
London. When they are far on the journey of life, and have acquired a
useful fame in their respective companies, their elevation is delightful
and complacent. Not a subject is proposed, nor a matter of reference
considered, but, as a living author has observed, “it must begin or
finish with a dinner.” Thus originated a most exquisite anticipation to
the _select_ few, the “Tasting Day,”--a day which precedes all good
_general_ eating and drinking days. Mr. Abernethy (who, by the by, is
not afraid of dish or glass) may lecture profitably on abstinence, and
the “Lancet” may breathe a satirical vein, yet, in compliance with
social fellowship and humane _gourmanderie_, London citizens proudly
patronise the preceding and succeeding engagements of “Tasting Days.”