The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1868-02-02
DELMONiCO,S DREAM.

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) Apology and Explanation to Roys
helps and the Sportsn,en's Club ia
heridnn's Trout Out Of season.
From the New York CITIZEN.
Alas my sin hath found mo out,
For. while away, unhappy man
My caterer served unseasoned trout
To bold Phil Sheridan
And Roosevelt frowns, and Brady smiles,
And young Jim Bennett, too, was there,
And Russell Young and Private Miles,
With Raymond In the chair.
Since then, on all the winds about
The arcn OF heaven my crime 10 blown
"'rs ne that cooked the unseasoned trout,
Ills he, and he alone !"
That murdered fish pursues my sight,
Flapping its tail, and cries " False host!"
And starting in cold sweats at night
/ SEQ the troutly ghost
Then other sights awake my fears
For soon the Sporismen's Club are out
With gaifs, breech-loadcrs, rods and spears,
In vengeance for the trout
For pardon, mercy, vain TO wish,
For still they cry-tnat vengeful train
Remember, Del, this piteous ash
Was out Of season SIAM
"Iu silver brook, In lilied pool
Beneath brown boulders iutting out,
Where trees and tumbling rills were cool
Dwet happily our trout;
speckled beauty for his BRIDE
In orange silk and silver lawn
with not one care beneath The tide,
Except 10 love and spawn
s'But as on Denmarks royal PROP
taking his orchard. sleep al noon,
False Ciaudius crept and down did drop
The loprUus hebcnoon-
50 on our trout's unguarded hour
iwho deemed our game laws were not ysinl
Thy Poacher orept and sought the bower
Where dwet this happy twain.
SHOW CLEAN their silver sides below,
How calm the kiss Of throbbing gills-.
As Ger the bank. with caution slow,
Thy peering poacner wheels
One splash the bride remalns-but OIL
she sees the gaf her lord impale,
Aud now in weeds OF troutly woe \
She wags her futile tail.
'rrom March through all the breezy spring
When viole,s first are leaping out,
Twas thine, with flies upon the wing
To tempt and slay our trout
But in November oh, Ills worse
Than all the crimes at which men fout
And cursed be he with CromwelIs curse
Who kills unseasoned trout
.srhe glorious Summer days were thine.
Their crimson dawns and skies OF blue,
With supple rod and curling line
And flies OF varied hue
YEA TIL September Drowned the corn,
Rounding the golden pumpk ms out,
Twas thne--witnoui rsproach or scorn,
To chase the speckled trout
ssBut thou hast done deed OF woe
That sets blister on thy fame
II custom hath not brazed IL so
That 10 he dead TO shame.
A deed that blurs the modest grace.
Plucks OIL the rose bids virtue doubtS
For IL vas here, De-, In this place.
You served unseasoned trout"
Prom deans like this painting start
Oh, win the morning never come
And through the long, still night ny heart
Beats like . southern drum
spare me- tits at my caterers door
The fault should lie, and not at nine;
And on unseasoncd trout no more
shall breakfast guest OF mine.
For I a sportsman am-as true
As Barrett Beobs or Seth Green,
Ana waltons pleasure OFT pursue
Where IsIip's ponds are seen.
Bosides--and let each ccckney swell
Who loves pot sport accept this reason
That bad for health, 10 taste and smell
Are trout whom out OF season
Nv order Of Major General DELM0NICO,
Commanding Caterer OF New York.
ffLss o REILLY Assistant Bottle Opener and Chief
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