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OF Dr. Lister's book only 120 copies were printed

It was re-printed at Amsterdam, in 1709, by Theod. Jans. Almeloveen, under the title of

Apicii Cælii de Opsoniis & Condimentis, five Arte

Coquinaria, Libri Dccem. Cum . Annotationibus “ Martini Lister, è Medicis Domesticis Sereniffimæ

Majestatis Reginæ Annæ, & Notis selectioribus, “ variisque Lectionibus integris, Humelbergii, Barthii, “ Reinefii, A Van Der Linden, & aliorum, ut & va~ riarum Lectionum Libello. Editio Secunda.” Dr. Askew had a copy of each edition. N.

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T is now-a-days the hard fate of such as pretend to

be Authors, that they are not permitted to be masters of their own works; for, if such papers (however imperfect) as may be called a copy of them, either by a servant or any other means, come to the hands of a Bookseller, he never considers whether it be for the person's reputation to come into the world, whether it is agreeable to his sentiments, whether to his style or correctness, or whether he has for some time looked over it; nor doth he care what name or character he puts to it, so he imagines he may get by it.

It was the fate of the following Poein to be fo ufed, and printed with as much imperfection and as many mistakes as a Bookfeller that has common sense could imagine should pass upon the town, especially in an age so polite and critical as the prefent.

These following Letters and Poem were at the press some time before the other paper pretending to the same title was crept out: and they had else, as the Learned say, groaned under the press till such time as the sheets had one by one been perused and corrected, not only by the Author, but his friends; wliofe judgement, as

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168 THE PUBLISHER TO THE READER. he is sensible he wants, fo is he proud to own that they fometimes condescend to afford him.

For many faults, that at first seem small, yet create unpardonable errors. The number of the verse turns upon the harshness of a syllable; and the laying a stress upon improper words will make the most correct piece ridiculous. False concord, tenfes, and grammar, nonfense, impropriety, and confusion, may go down with fome persons ; but it should not be in the power of a Bookfeller to lampoon an Author, and tell him, “ You “ did write all this : I have got it; and you shall stand “ to the fcandal, and I will have the benefit." Yet this is the present cafe, notwithstanding there are abore threescore faults of this nature ; verses tranfpofed, some added, others altered, or rather that should have been altered, and near forty omitted. The Author does not value himself upon the whole; but, if he thew's his efteein for Horace, and can by any means provoke perfons to read so useful a treatise; if he shews his averfion to the introduction of luxury, which may tend to the corruption of manners, and declares his love to che old British hospitality, charity, and valour, when the arms of the family, the old pikes, muskets, and hallierts, hung up in the hall over the long table, and the marrow-bones lay on the floor, and “ Chevy Chace” and “ The old Courtier of the Queen's” were placed over the carved mantle-piece, and the beef and brown bread were carried every day to the poor ; he defires little farther, than that the Reader would for the future give all such Booksellers as are before fpoken of no manner of encouragement.






To Mr.



He happiness of hearing now and then from you

extremely delights me ; for, I must confess, most of my other friends are so much taken-up with politicks or speculations, that cither their hopes or fears give them little leisure to peruse such parts of Learning as Jay remote, and are fit only for the closets of the CuriHow blest are you at London, where


have new Books of all sorts! whilst we at a greater distance, being destitute of such improvements, must content ourselves with the old store, and thumb the Classicks as if we were never to get higher than our Tully or our Virgil.

You tantalize me only, when you tell me of the Edi. tion of a Book by the ingenious Dr. Lister, which you say is a Treatise De Cordimentis & Ot foniis Veterum,



“Of the Sauces and Soups of the Ancients," as I take it. Give me leave to use an expression, which, though vulgar, yet upon this occasion is just and proper : You have made my mouth water, but have not sent me wherewithal to satisfy my appetite.

I have raised a thousand notions to myself, only from the title. Where could such a treasure lay hid ? What Manuscripts have been collated ? Under what Emperor was it written? Might it not have been in the reign of Heliogabalus, who, though vicious and in some things fantastical, yet was not incurious in the grand affair of eating?

Confider, dear Sir, in what uncertainties we must remain at present. You know my neighbour Mr. Greatrix is a learned Antiquary. I shewed him your Letter ; which threw him into such a dubiousness, and indeed perplexity of mind, that the next day he durst not put any catchup in his fifb-sauce, nor have his beloved pepper, oil, and lemon, with his partridge, left, before he had seen Dr. Lister's Book, he might transgress in using something not common to the Ancients.

Dispatch it, therefore, to us with all speed; for I expect wonders from it. Let me tell you ; I hope, in the first place, it will, in some measure, remove the barbarity of our present education : for what hopes can there be of any progress in Learning, whilft our Gentlemen suffer their sons, at Westminster, Eaton, and Winchester, to eat nothing but falt with their mutton, and vinegar with their roaft-beef, upon holidays ? what extensiveness can there be in their souls; especially



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