Inadvertence And Epicurism


WHEN the Duke of Wellington was at Paris, as Commander of the Allied

Armies, he was invited to dine with Cambaceres, one of the most

distinguished statesmen and gourmets of the time of Napoleon. In the

course of dinner, his host having helped him to some particularly

recherche dish, expressed a hope that he found it agreeable. Very

good, said the Duke, who was probably reflecting on Waterloo; very

good, but I really do not care what I eat.--Don't care what you eat!

exclaimed Cambaceres, as he started back, and dropped his fork; what

did you come here for, then!



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