Professed cookery containing boiling, roasting, pastry, preserving, pickling, potting, made-wines, gellies, and part of confectionaries. With an essay upon the lady's art of cookery; together with a plan of housekeeping / [Ann Cook].

  • Cook, Ann H.
Date:
[1760]
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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: Professed cookery containing boiling, roasting, pastry, preserving, pickling, potting, made-wines, gellies, and part of confectionaries. With an essay upon the lady's art of cookery; together with a plan of housekeeping / [Ann Cook]. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    a§o ] / . Husband, I am neither * nor can I think my Anta- gonift .will in cool Blood afperfe me. Thou Heft, anfwered the Chancellor, for I have been with this Gentleman this Inftant, who hath convinced me of thy,'Vilityj neither lliall a Lawyer come to thy Houfe, nor Judge, if I can keep them from it. Yet for all thefe Threatenings, my Husband con- feious of his Innocence, which he refolved to plead to the Council, in Hopes to find more Candour from them, but Rogue, Villain, and Beggar, were all their Anfwers. Notwithftanding this general Reproach, his guiltlefs Soul prompt him to fee the Extent of this * Malice. Accordingly he went to know the judges Will and Pleafure, and asking the Man that calls the Trials whether his Lords would be at his Houfe, or not. The Man anfwered, Did they lodge at thy Houfe laft Year? My Hus¬ band anfwered, they did. Then, faid he, I have heard of thy Fame, and we will all furely be at thy Houfe j but as no Doubt thou haft fome Bufinefs to tranfadl, come to the Court after, then will I fpeak to my Lord, and there thou {halt receive thy Or¬ ders. My Husband, accordingly went to the Court, and one of the Bailiffs told the Crier that the Landlord waited his Anfwer. Let him ftand up on high bv me,' aniwered the Crier, that all the Court may fee him, and hear his Anfwer, which may add to the Credit of his Houfe. My Husband faid, I rather chufe to ftand where I am. Then did the Crier mock my Husband, and with a loud Voice faid, How durft thou, that is a Rogue! prefume to ask the Judges to come to thy Houfe? Doft thou not know that they come to hang Rogues, and not to encourage them: Behold the Impudence of this Landlord! that after he robbed the Council of their Wine,