One night, when Tancrede was acting, and the court of the chateau was full of carriages and servants, there arrived, as ill luck would have it, a cask of the best chambertin that ever came from Burgundy; his own people could not attend to it, and the cask remained at his cellar door; the servants contrived to get at it, and while their masters and mistresses were shedding tears at the tragedy, they sipped the poet's wine.

I'll mix the salad dressing myself, tell him,oh, yesand a pint of Chambertin if you've something you can recommend.

"Chambertin from bin 15!"

Half a bottle of Chambertin, a red mullet, or a pullet a la Marengo satisfy every need, but it is unwise to put pastry or cream upon the table, because he is as likely as not to eat it before the fowl.

Chambertin, Graves, Alicant, white wine and red, sparkling and still, they lay in pyramids peeping coyly out of sawdust.

Was it likely that the fortress would hold out long, or that the maiden's heart would prove to be more obdurate than Danäe's? Soane, considering these things and his self-denial, grew irritable over his Chambertin.

Or if an Irish toper declared that a bottle of Chambertin, over which French epicures smacked their lips, was insipid and not half as fine as the fusel-oil on which he daily got drunk, would not everybody agree that the Irishman was no judge of liquors, and that the reason why he preferred his cheap whiskey to the Burgundy was that his nerves of taste were too coarse to detect the subtle and exquisite bouquet of the French wine?

Howells's refined love-scenes have often been sneered at by men who like raw whiskey but cannot appreciate the delicate bouquet of Chambertin.

Then it was that the Chambertin or the Clôt Vougêot came in, slumbering in its straw cradle.

What brilliant things we said, or fancied we said, over our Chambertin and Johannisberger!

I, in the meanwhile, have wheeled an easy-chair to the fire, brought out a bottle of Chambertin, and piled on more wood in honor of my guest.

"Chambertin, by the god Bacchus!" said he.

And, draining the glass, he burst into a song in praise of French wines, beginning "Le Chambertin rend joyeux, Le Nuits rend infatigable, Le Volnay rend amoureux, Le Champagne rend amiable.

Here's another bottle of Chambertin waiting to be opened; and it is yet quite early.