Note 35 — MRS. JORDAN.

There were a species of chickens then to be had in Dublin such as I never saw in any other country;—as white as snow, very small, fat, and trussed up as round as little balls: the eye and the palate were equally gratified by them. The crammed fowls of Dublin were then also unrivalled. I believe they are now equalled in London, and vastly exceeded by the capons of Paris, which are quite delicious:—lamb at Paris, too, is finer than any where else.