Note 155 — HOGARTH ILLUSTRATED. (continued 2)
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In an ode to the memory of Le-Stue, cook to the late Duke of Newcastle, this was whimsically parodied by a Mr. Shaw, the writer of a monody addressed to Lord Lyttleton:
"When Philip's fam'd, all-conquering son, Had every blood-stain'd laurel won, He sigh'd that his creative word, Like that which rules the skies, Could not bid other nations rise, To glut his yet unsated sword. "But when Le-Stue's unrivall'd spoon, Like Alexander's sword, with flesh had done, He heav'd no sigh, he made no moan; Not limited to human kind, To fire his wonder-teeming mind, He rais'd ragouts and olios of his own."