Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-07-16

onion tarts m Herr Fr0d0rich himself H.
Al every one Of those splendid dinners
and astounds diplomatic and society circles
At Berlin the Onion tart figures conspicu-
ously--is, In short, the piece do resistance.
Having tasted Of The Wand, am qualified
10 testttfy 10 It's exceedisg merits, but II
requires the facile eloguence Of Mr.. Phelps
himself 70 set forth IN full exposition the
surprising qualities Of the delicacy.
"For a long timo," said Mr.. Phelps 10
me last week, :" have been trying 10 In
duce my friend wbiteisw Reid 70 run over
from Paris for = weeks visit. He hesi-
tateS about coming because he fears that
the object Of his visit might he fniscon-
strued.
"Are the Germans 30 chary, then, about
receiving visitors from France?" ASK ed.
That is not what / mean," aDsw cred
Mr.. Phelps. Mr.. Reid fears that II he
were TO come 10 Berlin the folks al home
might suspect that he and were Matching
up conspiracy involving the political
campaign At home in 1892 But the truth
simply is that what want to get Mr.. Reid
here for is to initiate him into the delights
of onion tart"
Upon Mr.. Phelps table In his private
room In tho United States legation At Ber
lin there In exposed TO the view of the
eminent diplomats favorite Wand:
'Of tarts there be n thousand kinds
| 80 versatile the art
And, as we all have different minds,
Each has his favorite tart;
But those which most delight the rest
Methinks should suit me not
The onion tart doth please me best
Ach. Gott! incin lfeber Gott
Whore but In Deutschland can he found
This boon Of which sing
Who but Teuton could compound
| This sui generis thing?
None with the German frau can vie
Whose summum bonum breeds the sign:
Ach, 8ott mein iieber Gott!
You slice the fruit upon the dough
And season 10 the taste,
Then In an oven mot too slow
The Wand should be placed
And, when It's done, upon plate
| You serve II piping not
Your nostrils and your eyes dilats-
| Ach, Gott mcin lieber GOtt
II sweeps upon the sight and smell
| In Overwhelming tide,
And then the sense Of taste, as well,
Betimes Is gratined
Three noble senses drowned In bliss,
| pri'tbce tell me what
Is there beside compares with this
Ach, Gott men lieber Gott
| For, " the fruit be proper young
| And II the crust be good,
How shall they melt upon the tongue
| Into n savory Hood!
How seek the Mecca down below
And linger round that spot,
Entaling weeks and months Of woe
Ach, Gott mem lieber 8ott
| mature gives men appetites
| For things that won't digest.
Why let them eat whatso delights,
| Aud let her stand the rest
| Aud though the sin involve the cost
| OfCarlsbad, like as not,
| 'Tis better to have loved and lost
Ach. Gott mein lieber Gott
Beyond the vast, the blIowy tide,
| Where my compatrots dwell,
| All kinds OF vict,iais have tried
| All kinds OF drinks, as well
| But nothing known TO Yankee art
| Appears To reach the spot
| Like this Teutonic onion tart
| Acb, Gott mein ileber Gott!
SO, though quafi OF Carlsbads tide
| As full as can hold,
| And, for complete reform inside
| Plank down my horde OF gold,
| Remorse shall not consume my heart
| Nor sorrow yex my lot,
| For have eaten onion tart
| Ach, Gott! mcin Iiebcr Gott