I'm glad I didn't, though a lot of the Salmagundi men go over there and like it.
This is very simple jesting, but at that time it was very effective in a town that enjoyed the high spirits of Salmagundi.
He became a friend of W. Irving, and was part author with him of Salmagundi—a continuation of which by himself proved a failure.
They had caviare now, and salmagundi, and sausage ...