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BON-BON.
Quand un bon vin meuble mon estomac,
Je suis plus savant que Balzac--
Mon brass seul faisant l'attaque
De la nation Coseaque,
La mettroit au sac;
Plus sage que Pibrac;
De Charon je passerois le lac,
En dormant dans son bac;
J'irois au fier Eac,
Sans que mon cœur fit tic ni tac,
Présenter du tabac.
French Vaudeville
THAT Pierre Bon-Bon was a restaurateur of uncommon qualifications,
no man who, during the reign of----, frequented the little Câfé in the
cul-de-sac Le Febvre at Rouen, will, I imagine, feel himself at liberty
to dispute. That Pierre Bon-Bon was, in an equal degree, skilled in
the philosophy of that period is, I presume, still more especially
undeniable. His patés à la fois were beyond doubt immaculate; but
what pen can do justice to his essays sur la Nature--his thoughts sur
l'Ame--his observations sur l'Esprit? If his omelettes--if his
fricandeaux were inestimable, what littérateur of that day would not
have given twice as much for an "Idée de Bon-Bon" as for all the trash
of "Idées" of all the rest of the savants? Bon-Bon had ransacked
libraries which no other man had ransacked--had more than any other
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