And Wife and London *, when they would dispose
Their evergreens into wellorder'd rows,
So mix their Colours that each diff'rent plant
Gives light and fhadow as the others want.
IV. MAKING OF A GOOD PUDDING GETS A GOOD
Ye Virgins! as these lines you kindly take
So may you still such glorious Pudding make,
That crowds of youth may ever be at ftrife
To gain the fweet compofer for his wife.
V. SACK AND SUGAR TO QUAKING PUDDING.
Bur where muft our confeffion first begin
If Sack and Sugar once be thought a fin?
HID in the dark we mortals feldom know
From whence the fource of happiness may flow:
Who to Broil'd Pudding would their thoughts have
From bright Pewteria's lovefick difcontent?
Yet fo it was; Pewteria felt love's heat
In fiercer flames than those which roaft her meat. 60
No Pudding is loft but may with fresh delight
Be either fry'd next day or broil'd at night.
*The two royal gardeners. King.
VII. MUTTON PUDDING.
BUT Mutton! thou most nourishing of meat!
Whofe fingle joint† may constitute a treat,
When made a Pudding you excel the rest
As much as that of other food is beft.
RECEIPT TO MAKE AN OATMEAL PUDding.
Or Oats decorticated take two pound,
And of new milk enough the fame to drown;
Of raifins of the fun, fton'd, ounces eight,
Of currants cleanly pick'd an equal weight;
Of fuet finely flic'd an ounce at least,
And fix eggs newly taken from the neft:
Season this mixture well with falt and spice
'Twill make a Pudding far exceeding rice;
And you may fafely feed on it like farmers,
For the receipt is learned Dr. Harmer's.
RECEIPT TO MAKE A SACKPOSSET.
FROM far Barbadoes on the western main
Fetch fugar half a pound; fetch fack from Spain
A pint; then fetch from India's fertile coaft
Nutmeg, the glory of the British toast.
APPLEPIE t.
Of all the delicates which Britons try
To please the palate or delight the eye,
Of all the fev'ral kinds of fumptuous fare,
There is none that can with Applepie compare
For coftly flavour or substantial paste,
For outward beauty or for inward tafte.
When first this infant difh in fashion came
Th' ingredients were but coarse and rude the frame; As yet unpolish'd in the modern arts
Our fathers ate brown bread instead of tarts;
Pies were but indigested lumps of dough
Till time and juft expense improv'd them so.
King Cole (as ancient British annals tell)
Renown'd for fiddling and for eating well,
Pippins in homely cakes with honey stew'd;
"Just as he bak'd," the proverb fays, "he brew'd."
Their greater art fucceeding princes fhow'd,
And modell'd pafte into a neater mode;
Invention now grew lively, palate nice,
And fugar pointed out the way to fpice.
But here for ages unimprov'd we ftood,
And Applepie was still but homely food,
This poem hath been claimed as Mr. Welfted's in The Weekly Oracle Auguft16th 1735, with a remark that "Dr.King "the Civilian, a gentleman of no mean reputation in the world "of letters, let it pafs fome years without contradiction as his "own." It is in Dr. King's manner.
When godlike Edgar of the Saxon line,
Polite of taste and studious to refine,
In the deffert perfuming Quinces caft,
And perfected with cream the rich repast;
Hence we proceed the outward parts to trim,
With crinkumcranks adorn the polish'd brim,
And each fresh Pie the pleas'd fpectator greets
With virgin fancies and with new conceits.
Dear Nelly! learn with care the pastry art,
And mind the easy precepts I impart :
Draw out your dough elaborately thin,
And ceafe not to fatigue your rollingpin:
Of eggs and butter fee you mix enough,
For then the paste will fwell into a puff,
Which will in crumpling founds your praise report, And eat, as housewives speak, exceeding short. Rang'd in thick order let your Quinces lie,
They give a charming relish to the Pie.
you are wife you 'll not brown fugar flight, The browner (if I form my judgment right)
A deep vermilion tincture will dispense,
And make your Pippin redder than the Quince.
When this is done there will be wanting ftill 45
The just referve of cloves and candy'd peel;
Nor can I blame you if a drop you take
Of orangewater for perfuming fake.
But here the nicety of art is fuch
There must not be too little nor too much :
If with difcretion you these costs employ
They quicken appetite, if not they cloy.
Next in your mind this maxim firmly root,
"Never o'ercharge your Pie with costly fruit."
Oft' let your bodkin thro' the lid be fent
To give the kind imprison'd treasure vent,
Leit the fermenting liquor, closely prest,
Infenfibly.by constant fretting wafte,
And o'erinform your tenement of paste.
To chufe your baker think and think again,
one honeft baker find in ten :)
bruis'd I've often feen a Pie
In rich disguise and costly ruin lie,
While penfive cruft beheld its form o'erthrown,
Exhaufted Apples griev'd their moisture flown, 65
And firup from the fides ran trickling down.
O be not, be not tempted, lovely Nell!
While the hot-piping odours frongly fmell,
While the delicious fume creates a gúst,
To lick the o'erflowing juice or bite the cruft.
You'll rather stay (if my advice may rule)
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