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DEDICATION.

“What’s under this cover? For cookery’s a secret.”—Moore.

For cookery’s a secret.”—Moore.

Moore.

When I wrote the following pages, some years back at Oak Lodge, as a pastime, I did not think it would be of service to my fellow-creatures, for our suffering soldiers, the sick, wounded, and needy, who have so nobly fought our country’s cause, to maintain the flag of our great Republic, and to prove among Nations that a Free Republic is not a myth. With these few words I dedicate this book to the Sanitary Fair to be held in Philadelphia, June, 1864.

Sanitary Fair

March, 1864.

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Through tomes of fable and of dream I sought an eligible theme; But none I found, or found them shared Already by some happier bard, Till settling on the current year I found the far-sought treasure near. A theme for poetry, you see— A theme t’ ennoble even me, In memorable forty-three. Oh, Dick! you may talk of your writing and reading, Your logic and Greek, but there is nothing like feeding. Moore.

Through

Moore.

Upon singing and cookery, Bobby, of course, Standing up for the latter Fine Art in full force. Moore.

Moore.

Are these the choice dishes the Doctor has sent us? Heaven sends us good meats, but the Devil sends cooks. That my life, like the German, may be “Du lit a la table, de la table au lit.”—Moore.

Moore.

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