MAECENAS BIDS HIS FRIEND TO DINE.





I beg you come to-night and dine.

A welcome waits you, and sound wine,--

The Roederer chilly to a charm,

As Juno's breath the claret warm,

The sherry of an ancient brand.

No Persian pomp, you understand,--

A soup, a fish, two meats, and then

A salad fit for aldermen

(When aldermen, alas the days!

Were really worth their _mayonnaise_);

A dish of grapes whose clusters won

Their bronze in Carolinian sun;

Next, cheese--for you the Neufchatel,

A bit of Cheshire likes me well;

Cafe au lait or coffee black,

With Kirsch or Kuemmel or cognac

(The German band in Irving Place

By this time purple in the face);

Cigars and pipes. These being through,

Friends shall drop in, a very few--

Shakespeare and Milton, and no more.

When these are guests I bolt the door,

With "Not at home" to any one

Excepting Alfred Tennyson.



ANON.





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