Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1909-09-02
THE BOONSBORO MELON A FEAST
OF EPICURES.

OF EPlCURES.
Into our market has come with no
Towering Of banner, no fanfare OF
trumpets, the Boonsboro cantaloupe
and with its delicious flavor to recon-
cile old men to the burdens of age and
to awaken in the young and strong a
renewed appreciation Of life. They
are not large, they reel from tender
vines no larger than the famed gold
en- fruit of Hesperides, no rarer to
the eye than that illustrious tit-bit
that lured by its flavor and beauty
Eve to her disastrous repast, and
bearing a not more enduring place in
history than that glowing apple with
which Paris decided the contest be-
tween Love and Beauty, and yet with
a flavor, a delicacy, perfume and a
sweetness, that surpasses and tran
sends them all, rough-veined and
forbidding as they look to the eye and
80 dull colored that they seem rather
to threaten than entice. In it Is
deity commingled the spices OF the
East and the glad smiles of the fair
daughters of our county upon the
dewey hills, the odors caught from
the ambrosial zephyrs that with in
communicable feet dance upon the
thousand hillocks, the hector of gold
Ell suns and the dusky glamor OF
Dawns beyond compare, catching, OF
the glorious pink and fragrant tur-
quoise, color and felicity and into
them blending the warm, sweet SAVIOR
of the rolling hills, suave shadows OF
the cool descending wales, and III
transport englobing them in this mesh
of odorous green and gray. In them
lie ensconced, as the wide arch OF
heaven centers upon these emerald
spheres it's ardent arrows, sweet
ness sacrosanct, an aroma and fra
GRANGE unrivaled, a cleaning of the
wit of stars of burrows through the
honeyed reaches of the night, of the
deliberate balm of many pungent
moons, of quentessential myrrh and
frankincense distilled of amorous
hours before the dawn, of Moons that
sparkle in a blaze Of light and warmth
of rains, mellifuous and cherishing,
that come like dencdiction, bless
ing in their sweet-scented cradle these
gems of delight, these verdant glob-
ules that have centered the summit
of all the dearest savors of the earth
and of all the happiest tlavors of the
sky and are condensing into one gust
atory ecstacy the luxury of the ages
into one browning thrill the consum-
mate delirium of gastrionomic Joy
hail! thou Boonsboro cantaloupe!
thou, unapproachable among the
fruits of the earth, thou, best gift of
mother Ceres, thou, dclectable, thirst
quelling, soul satisfying.
Giving over further prolegomena,
seize upon one that is chill from Polar
caverns, disembowel it of its vitals,
then, tlavoring it with tinge of the
caprice of pepper and of the sober
ness of salt, and with a spoon as with
a sword of Epicurus, plunge into its
delicious bosom and be as that ban
queter who exclaimed after an Apician
feast: Lo. | have dined with the gods,
Fate cannot move me today.
They are still selling 3 or 4 for a
dime. An apotheosis, thus, is not
expensive. -HdgeraoWn Mail.
Bro. Roudabush of the Boonsboro
Times in reply to the above says:
Bro. Hamilton in his great eulogy
on the Boonsboro cantaloupc reminds
us of the young man who had just
graduated at college. While out rid
ing with his best girl they passed the
carcass of dead horse near the road
side and he being anxious to make
display said to her. How unpleasant
the affluvium of dafunct horse. She
looked at him and said, what's that
you say? He explained by saying,
how that dead horse stinks. We
think this article on the Boonsboro
Cantaloupe needs translation, inter
probation, explanation or transposi-
ton. Unless something is done the
Boonsboro cantaloupe raisers will
never know whether they are COM
plimented or insulted. Bro. Hamil-
ton it is up to you.