There requires but one other invention to render the whole
perfect, and that, if we may believe the newspapers, is very near
completion--a coach to go without horses: to this I beg leave to
propose, the steam apparatus might be made applicable to all the
purposes of a portable kitchen. The coachman, instead of being a good
judge of horse-flesh, to be selected from a first rate London tavern for
his proficiency in cooking, a known prime hand at decomposing a turtle;
instead of a book of roads, in the inside pocket should be placed a copy
of Mrs. Glasse on Cookery, or Dr. Kitchener on Culinaries; where the
fore-boot now is might be constructed a glazed larder, filled with all
the good things in season: then too the accommodation to invalids, the
back seat of the coach, might be made applicable to all the purposes of
a shampooing or vapour bath--no occasion for Molineux or his black rival
Mahomed; book your patients inside back seat in London, wrap them up
in blankets, and give directions to the cook to keep up a good steam
thermometer during the journey, 120 deg., and you may deliver them safe
at Brighton, properly hashed and reduced for any further medical
experiments. (See Engraving, p. 274.) The accommodation to fat citizens,
and western _gourmands_, would be excellent, the very height of luxury
and refinement--inhaling the salubrious breeze one moment, and gurgling
down the glutinous calipash the next; no ~277~~exactions of impudent
waiters, or imposing landlords, or complaints of dying from hunger, or
choking from the want of time to masticate; but every wish gratified and
every sense employed.
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