lishman would have found no difficulty in
settling the matter."
Many other celebrities of different sorts did I see at Philadelphia during my third sojourn in America,—so different from the two preceding ones. Here is another scene which I saw acted on the same stage,—that is to say in the same city.
Marino, who had formerly been cook to my old friend the Chevalier de Capellis, had, for private and political reasons, taken up his residence in this city, and enjoyed the reputation of being an excellent pastry-cook. One day I was in Marino's shop, ordering some dish,—we were old acquaintances and I knew him to be not only a skilful cook, but a brave and honest fellow,—when a stranger entered. He was unknown to both of us, although he was a Frenchman, and,—as will be seen,—enjoyed some celebrity. The new-comer ordered a pate, composed of the choicest delicacies; he was going to invite a score of persons to dinner, and I fancy that the Due d'Orlean and his brothers were to be amongst the guests. The pate was duly
