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It is not surprising there- fore to find that of late yeavs. Colman's mustard has been steadily increasing in popidarity in France. * I read the other day an amusing advertisement of a new mustard, with some fantastic name, which was guaranteed ' d'attaquer les narines les plus recalcitrantes ' — to titillate the most obstinate nostrils ; but I have sniffed energetically at that mustard, and it has not made me sneeze. The utility of a reall}^ pure and powerful mustard, again, is not wholly culi...narj^ The condiment lias very powerful medi- cinal vii'tues ; and if you are afflicted with rheumatism, with a cold at the chest, or with bronchitis, and stand in need of a mustard- l^laster, you certainly do not want the mustard to be flavoured with anchovy or tarragon vinegar. Ever since the exhibition opened the fabrication of Colman's mustard, which is in full operation in the Machmery Department, has been a source of unflaggmg interest to the French visitors, who have watched with breathless cmiosit}' the accomplishment of the various processes, from the screening and pounding of the seed to the final pacldng of the mustard in tins read}'^ to form a condiment for those ' biftecks bien saignants ' — those half-crude lumps of flesh — to which the French think that we are incurably addicted, but of which they themselves are inordmately fond.
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