Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1834-09-11


We fad the subjoincd scris comico lamenta-
ton over the interdict. which The appearance Of
the Cholera at New York has caused to be laid
on lsss-ss-asd vegetables, in this New York Eve
ming Star. MIR. Noah seems 10 bear the prohi-
bition with christian fortitude, and a cheerful
temper.
Contruband Cookery Alas! what nigh
ty changes may not be wrought IN an IN
slant, almost in the entire domestic policy
of a population. Twas but the other day
our mouths were watering like Ichabod
Cranes at the Dutch Danes tea party.
We were smacking our lips with the pros.
poets ofthe delicious fruits. as they should
come tumbling into the markets. Alas
The spoiler came." aud robbed these
visions ortheir sweetness. Every luxuri-
Gus delcacy OF the vegetable world is ban
ished by cholera's iron regimen into the
limbo" of the garbage cart. Ghost Of
&c Pot Pie Palmer !" what a harvest you
would have bad The delicious Vergalo
and Detuye GriSc now melt away IN their
own saccharine juices. The purple Chas.
scias aud Isabella blush in vain from their
stem. The downy peach, the malakatoon
and the lemon cling. waste their SWEET per-
fume on the desert air." or lgnomlnous-
ly mingle their lily roseate hues among
the rubbish Of mud cutters and fish stalls.
No more shall ye grace the festive board,
and take your appropriate position in sill
yer vase on burnished mahogany, among
green and yellow and sparkling goblets Of
your own aristocratic companions from
Rheim and Johannesburg. Ye buckle
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brambes, and creeping vines, that annual
ly in autumn bring the tribute of your
shrubbery, ye are forever interdcted!
Your hues are too funereal! Your dark
red Juices are worse than hellebore or
mandragora w ociferate no more thro'
| the streets, ye young urchins OF the buck.
| leberry trade, for none will now empty
yonr well filed baskets--Take them back
again 10 Communipaw, or TO the Pine
Barrens from whence you have robbed
them! Thou poor wretch too. with lugn-
brious wall oil ''hot corn baked pears !"
who sitielh on yonder step till The last rays
of the uiidaight moon have gone down and
the tramp of human foot is hushed into
! stiffness, thou shall sit there unnoticed and
abandoned. Not even the wandering beg
gar as he reels home TO his cellar, shall
| chatter YOU out of the miserable pittance
which is the price Of your refuse. For
that which thou vendeth is the very imper-
sonatiea Of death!
| And if you had the strength of twenty men,
II would dispatch you straight
Creep on, too. unmolested beneath your
broad spreading leaves. ye branded out
laws Of the melon and cowcumber tribes
| You shall no longer cucumber our ban
Duets, nor shed your enlivening franklin
cense through the room. You are not be-
fitting food even for COWS. The sliced
onion shall mourn with you over your me-
lancholy fate and the sleepy lettuce mar
shall you the way to oblivion, herslded by
troops of turnips. pumpkins. and cante-
lopesi The vermillion pulp OF the deli
cious watermelon, like the red livery Of
the lobster, no more shall grace the entire
NETS of the table dhote Nor the orange
but rarely, and the pine apple never shall
come again amidst the flowers OF porcelain
and agate handled knives Of silver, tC