The New Hampshire Gazette

Meditations on a Pudding.

Let us seriously reflect of what a Pudding
is composed. It is composed of flour, that
once waved in the golden grain, and drank
of the dews of the morning; of milk, pressed
from the swelling udder by the gentle
hand of the beauteous milk maid, whose
beauty and innocence might have recommended
a worse draught, who, while she
stroked the udder, indulged no ambitious
thoughts of wandering in palaces, and formed
no plans for the destruction of her fellow
creatures. Milk which is drawn from the
cow, that useful animal, that eats the grass
of the field, and supplies us with that which
made the greatest part of the food of mankind
in the age which the poets have agreed
to call golden. It is made with an egg, that
miracle of nature, which the theoretical
Burnet has compared to creation ; an egg
contains matter within its beautiful smooth
surface, and an unformed mass. which becomes
a regular animal, furnished with
bones and sinews, and covered with feathers.

Let us consider, can there be more wanted
to complete this meditation on pudding ? If
more is wanting, more may be found.- It
contains salt, which keeps the sea from putrefaction :
salt, which is made the image
of intellectual sense, contributes to the
formation of a pudding.