A poor old villager, who went in the country by the appellation of Robin, that had always earned his bread by the sweat of his brow, and to whom a morsel of fat bacon was a princely meal, had heard so much said in commendation of delicious fare, as partridges, pheasants, ortolans, and such like ; and those nectarious liquors Burgundy and Champagne, that he longed so ardently for such a regale, as to think he could be very well contented to die, provided he might first be permitted to satisfy his longing.