Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1849-11-28
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AFTER THE MANNER OF SHAKESPEARE.
Oh, sirs, the stencil rank, il cast around odors
Redoent of the stuff it once enveloped
They called it Tripe, ah me how it did smell
For supper Beau had warmed some up,
And brought it down; "Ho, here is Tripe," he
[cred.
"For those who like il, come and partake"
Eat j, | could not, though appetite was sharp
And cravcd some savory morsel, too strong was
tths,
could not 60 it; my nose was sore offended
BY the steaming essence which arose
From choice " moroccan" that upon a fork
held suspended half way 'twixt my tin-plate
And my part-opcned mouth. With deep DISCUS,
I cast il down, and made a vow that never more
To eat of Tripc would attempt, though 'twere so
disguised
That for Oysters fried it should be taken.
IT'S said this Tripc in rankness doth outvie
Our spelling hams and bacon, Of which I'm told
Tha, one was seen around the Galley moving,
At rapid rate, without the aid OF hands;
A closer look, and it was ascertained
That within itself this ham contained
Ht III III ''uit'SH
But few the Tripe could eat; among that few
Was bright-haired, goldcn-whiskercd Samuel,
Who stomach hath so strong it could digest
A dose than this much higher seasoned.
And Philosophic Josey, though he can't abide
Sweet pork, and doth possess a sense Of smell
So delicate, that fresh Oil Of Porpoise
Did make him sick, yet, with relish high.
OF this foul stuff he ate, and said the odor
Was like the nectar which the gods Of old
Served out, on high Olympus,
70 all the holy Nine Of Pocsy
This Tripc was it not half 50 tainted,
Could not be ceansel from its vile reeking stencil;
There 10 not rain enough in the sweet heavens,
Nor balmy dew upon the fragrant earth,
Was il in ono vast fountain gathercd,-
To make il clcsn, What good can cider-vinegar.
In such case this, perform Why none.
Well, then, what style or form Of cookery
Will serve its turn Some say in butter fry il.
That cannot be, Cor we were possessed
Of but single keg, and that's most gone.
No more can be obtained, with grief say il,
To dry bread must come, and that right shortly.
Perchancc to swceten it some liquid sweetness,
Old molasscs may be had, It's used in coffee
And drank with tea since sugar sometimes hath
tceased,
To grace our boards. Some say, and boldly too.
That superior 10 moasses sugar il
For swcctning. Poor souls, ala,
What wont't they sayl Perhaps that soft bread
Is better Car than wormy biscuit!
but touching Tripel pray thee now, good Morris,
Cook il not-thou vert no, wont on Ferry Wharf
Such dishes 10 serve up. besccch you spare us,
And thou, too, Garner, Napoleon of COOKS
Have nsught with il 20 do. And you Ben Malbone,
Set il not before Us. You never in any kitchen.
Did cat ~ villanous a eompound,-veto il
by all the gods who reign o'cr culinary matters.
Out with it, for 'tis ranl, and smells 10 heaven;
Fen tire plates on which 'iis served
Retain the borrl odor, which, like the roses SCENT
Still fingered round the broken vases
II could le .melt 10 vinJwarl seven miles.
sweet Beau, leg thee never, never more
Rring on our table picked Tripe 50 rank,
rha, even you ruuli cat it not, Never yet
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