Morning journal and courier., 1892-01-18

when at Wilmington, gentle sleep oysr-
Swallowed them, artists from abroad ar
rived to portray their cherub features and
musician in crowds brought instruments
to tune them to the key of their dulcit
snore.
next time You too would visit and explore
the shrine and If possible learn the mys-
terry of its power. So you enter. In front,
a modest shop presided over by . gentle.
faced Spaniard or italian, with cigars for
sale. BE, seeing by glance that you are
Q neophite, mods pleasantly to an inner
door. You pass through and enter small
bar-room. There is noting you see to dis
tinguish it from other bsr-roous, and a
fear comes over you that you are astrsy or
being fooled .'What will you have, sirf"
recalls sense- You have got to take q
drink or own up that you are sold; so you
call for one of your ordinary CUR
giles. When mixed and ready he places
it before you, and then-for the
first time you perceive at the end of the
bar chatting dish. He removes the lid,
spears with fork one of a number of
ovoids lying within, then tnrns the fork
and presents it. So there you are, with
the glass containing the gurgle in one
hand and in the other the impinged oyoid.
Thereupon, the barkeeper, who has also
recognized your novitiate. politely retires
and you are left alone with your
experiment You taste the CUR
gle; finding it all right you then nip the
steaming ovoid. AS by lightning stroke
new vital principle flashes into your being.
Scales seem to fall from both the inner and
outer eye. For the first time in life Won
seem to be alive with the true principle of
living. There is glorious consciousness
that all of life is worth living for this
instant of it. If the barkeeper had staid
you would be hugging him. BE probably
knew it and left. The gurgle and the
ovoid seem made for one another. Each
depends upon the other for the full per-
fection of action. You alternately sip and
gurgle and nibble the ovoid till every sense
of pain, sorrow, disappointment, all un-
comfortable thoughts and recollections of
the past, vanish into thin air forever.
Nerves dance with Joy. The heart ex-
pands with an entirely new love for all
mankind, including ell womsnkind. You
want to give away vast possessions and
teach singing in a Sunday school. Un-
dreamed of beauties stand out conspicuous
ly all over the town and all over the
towns people. You bless the narrow
streets for bringing. yon into closed
contact with everybody. You would pro-
claim aloud the perfect ssintship, and the
perfect manhood, of Wannamaker and of
everyday else; and would prove openly
the truth of the proclaim. The magnif-
cent certainty fills your soul full that you,
| too, are initiated and that YOU too are
now one of the wise men of the East No
business hereafter SO imperative as to pre-
| vent stop-oyer in the Quaker city. Wives,
| sweethesrts, children, grandmothers. alma
matters, stocks, bonds, houses, may all be
ablsze. They must all wait for at least
/ one gurgle and one ovOidl
But what is the place: what is the mar
vel! The place is the home of Finelli, the
| wonder worker; and the oyoid is the most
| wonderful product of his incantations.
Vulgsrians in their vulgarity may call il q
| fried oyster. That may be all 1t is to
them. But the term to the uninitiated
| conveys no more idea of the ovoid that the
| dictionary with it's word Glove" conveys
to the individual who has never been en-
| shaved by the passion. That particular
ovoid is the most perfect combination of
| the subtle essences of nntrioious delics-
| cies the world has ever known. The doc
trine of inspiration presents no difficulties
i to the person who has sampled it Alright,
| for there is inspiration in palpshle sub
| stance. 1t may be formed on an oyster,
but that oyster was a liquid pear till IL
| took substance on the breast of its mother
| who plated coral .boughs about il
| to protect it's growth. 1t was immaculate
| to start with, and all material dross was
subsequently, eliminated by the most effect
i ual of effectual callings. Think, too of
4 its power to permeate lite covering with all
| the savors old ocean for cons has concoct-
| ed!
But o, woel o, misery o, wreichedness
unfathomed o, horror, o, despair. FL
nelli and his ovoid have disappeared with
/ out leaving a trace behindi There is wsiling
and gnsshing of teeth from Msine to Flor
| ida. They have gone utterly. Even the
| policeman on the beat has not a word of
| information for consolation or hope.
| Where stood the shrine now stands, mock
| ingly, a five-cent teetotsl lunch counter,
| with milk, Pennsylvania Dutch cheeses,
| angular crullers and forbidding doughnuts,
| presided over by nature, sway backed ,hol-
| low-eyed spinsters, constructed of con-
cave hip and breast pieces who, when you
ask after their predecessor, sniff with
naughty eyebrow aud curled lip, but say
nothing o, for one gurgle and one ovoid
apiece to cure malignity, to start anew
health and hope, and TO give even them one
/ faint, far-of, heeting notion of the
primal object of the creation of their sex.
Not one word will they give you. Equally
| silent are all hotels and hsr-roOms. Has
| Finelli been murdered by the enviouss
Has he retired in disgust from the city of
brotherly lovei Have he and his ovoid
been seized by Gsnymede and been trans
Hours of searching gave Us no clue to fol-
low. Let the sad truth be known. Let
the wise men from the east bear the blow
| as best they may. No more stopping over
in Philadelphia. All that is left are hopes
of partial recovery at Rennert's in Balti-
4 more.
Turning from the sad past of Fineln to
the present of Rsnnert, there still exists
objects which, though they cannot shed
forgetfulness over the past, make the
present partially endurable. The two for
the year are the terrapin and the Lynn
Bay oyster. Both have never been better.
The Chesapeake Bay canvss-bsck has en-
| tirely disappeared. Let no one be deceiv-
ed by his western or southern substitute.
The Lynn Haven Bay oyster is worthy of
an introduction to the New Haven public.
In his perfect condition he IL about Eve
inches long, from two TO three inches
broad, plump as q partridge, of about the
color of q sweet potato and and makes O
heroic swallow. The northerner, educAt-
ed on Blue Points, is apt to rebel at his
size and color, and it requires persuasion
to bring him to his maiden effort.
But when one oyster has been pass
ed down his gullet he may safely be
left to himself. The oyster loses his fine
flavor by cooking. He must be taken raw,
and according TO Baltimore rule the native
mud must not be washed of the shell
Try one. When grief for the loss of
Finelli becomes less poignant q subiusd
comfort may be had with the Baltimore
oyster. As to terrapin, there will ever be
divided opinion. There are even Baltimore
| epicures who will have il with wine. The
true Baltimorean, however. is in the FIRST
| place very particular about securing the
| genuine diamond back You can't deceive
him with a Glider" That procured, not
a drop of wine tn rouyhen the delicacy of
the natural favor. Rennert serves IL on q
chatting dish, aud leaves You TO complete
the preparation you may. This pre-
supposes q notion of cooking and
may place you in q fix. Terra
pin should be most thoroughly cooked;
| cooked till the meat will leave the bone
bare. The finest hsvors lie the deepest and
can only be brought out by continued
cooking. The best cooks remove the bones
and the terrspin appears on the table as q
succulent hash. But what use of writing
about terrapin while the osophagus of the
nation is still throbbing with anguish over
the loss of the ovoid. A sincere sorrow
cannot be assusged. 1t must have its
days, its weeks, its months of anguish
Otherwise ii would neither elevate or
enoble. During its tension it were q species
| of sin to endeavor to distract. The nobler
the object, the nobler the grief. The no.
bility of the present grief is of mountain
ous proportions. When the nation EN-
erges, purified, sanctifed; then, and not
| ill them NAV attention be directed to the