The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-06-19
REsULAR HOME DINNERS.
The Man who has u Good Appetite and
u Good TASTE.

IFfOm TnackerGyS early and late papersl
simply wish to introduce to public
notice brief dinner journal. 1t has
been written with utmost honesty and
simplicity of purpose; and exhibits q
picture or table of the development of
the human mind under series OF gas
tronomic experiments, diversified in
their nature, and diversified, conse-
quently, in their effects. A man in
London has not, for the most part, the
opportunity to make these experiments.
You are a family man, let us presume,
and you live in that metropolis for half
century. You have on Sunday, say,
a leg of mutton and potatoes for din
ner. On Monday you have cold mutton
and potatoes. On Tuesday, hashed
mutton and potatoes; the hashed NUT
ton being favored with little damp,
triangular pieces of toast, which al.
ways surround that charming dish.
Well, on Wednesday,, tho mutton end
ed, you have beef; the beef undergoes
the same alterations of cookery, and
disappears. Your life presents suc-
cession OF Joints, varied every now. and
then by bit OF fish and some poultry.
You drink three glasses of brandyhed
liquor called sherry at dinner; your ex-
cellent lady imbibes one. When she
has had her glass of port after dinner,
she goes up stairs with the children,
and you fall asleep in your arm chair.
Some Of the most pure and precious
enjoymenta of life are unknown TO you.
You eat and drink. but you do not
know the art of eating and drinking;
nay, most probably you despise those
who do. "Give me a slice of meat"
say you, very likely, land fig for your
Eourmands. You-fancy-it it's very
virtuous and manly, all this. Nom
sense. my good sir; you are indiffer-
ent because you are ignorant, because
your life is passed into narrow cir
Gle of ideas, and because you are bigot-
edly blind and pompously callous to
the beauties and excellencfes beyond
you. Sir, respect your dinner; idolize
ii, enjoy 1t properly. You viii be by
many hours in the week, many weeks
in the year, and many years in your
us that it is not worthy OF man. All
a mans senses are worthy of employ
ment and should be cultivated as
duty. The senses are the arts. What
glorious feasts does Nature prepare for
your eye in animal form, in landscape
and painting! Are you to put out your
eyes and not seer What royal dishes
of melody does her bounty provide for
you in the shape of poetry, music,
whether windy or wiry, notes of the
human voice, or ravishing song of
birds! Are you to stuff your ears with
cotton, and vow that the sense OF hear
ing is unmanly7-you obstinate dolt
you'll No, surely; nor must you be SO
absurd as TO fancy that the art of
eating is in any way less worthy than
the other two. You like your dinner.
man; never be ashamed to say 30. II
you don't like your victuals, pass on
to the next article; but remember that
every man who has been worth a fig in
this world, as poet, painter or musician,
has had good appetite and good taste.
Ah, what u poet Byron would have
been hnd he taken his meals properly
and allowed himself to grow fat-if ma
ture intended him to grow fat-and not
have physicked his intellect with
wretched opium pills and acrid vinegar,
that sent his principle to sleep and
turned his feelings sourl IF that man
had respected his dinner he never
yYOuld have written HDon .JuanD