I HAVE examined with much care several samples of M. Soyer’s New Eastern or Sultana Sauce, and I am of opinion that it is an excellent preparation. While it is a good stomachic, its flavour is delicious; moreover the ingredients of which it is composed are of the purest and most wholesome description. ARTHUR WILLIAM HASSALL, M.D., 8, Bennett Street, St. James’s Street, SOLE AGENTS—MESSRS. CROSSE AND BLACKWELL. THE SULTANA’S SAUCE Is an entirely New Concoction, in which most wholesome Oriental Ingredients and Aromatic Herbs are introduced. It is at once appetizing and nutritious, and applicable to all kinds of cold Meat, Hashes, Stews, Chops, Steaks, Fish, Soups, Poultry, and above all, Salads. A small quantity will suffice to give a most exquisite relish to any of the above dishes. FOOTNOTES:I make this remark to corroborate what I afterwards said in Paris before several French officers who contradicted me, but who, I believe, were not in the Crimean war. They stated that they only had two cooks to one company while campaigning. Upon making inquiries of a corporal who had charge of that department in his regiment while in the Crimea, he assured me that it was one man to each kettle, and not one to two—afterwards divided into two messes, forming a squad of nine or ten men, which would be equal to one hundred men to a regiment of one thousand in strength, instead of eight, as I at first calculated, or about ten squads to a company. While in barracks, comparatively speaking, it only requires a few men per regiment. I offer this explanation as an apology to any one whom I may have inadvertently annoyed—if any such there be—in my account of my Crimean campaign, by not giving the proper rank or name. “Why, Colonel, it is only the middle of the month; I will give you your small bill at the end.” “No, no,” said Sir John, “I want it now, FranÇois.” “Have I offended you, Colonel?” “Offended me, no! on the contrary, I am much obliged to you for your kind services; but the end of this month may be to-morrow for me, as we shall have a terrible attack upon the Redan; so I want to settle all my little affairs to-day.” “Oh, I’m sure, General, it will be all right.” “Indeed I must have it—how much does it amount to?” “Well, General, if I must, I must—it is one pound seventeen, or somewhere thereabouts.” The General wished him good night, and with a smile upon his countenance returned to his cave, and FranÇois to his duty. That noble-hearted man seemed to have a presentiment that he should not survive the attack. The tears stood in his eyes while he was relating this to me, and I found my own in much the same state in listening to the recital. “Which, no doubt, general, you thought too late, or too early.” “True enough,” said the general.
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