English poem
Mrs. Merdle Ordereth The Second Course.
Come, John, Jane, and Susan, the soup take away, And bring in the turbot, the sheep's head and bass; And have you got lobster and salad to-day? And see that the celery's all right in the glass. Now fish—Colonel Dinewell, which fish will you try? And how shall I dress it to suit your nice taste? For sauce to the fish is as love to the sigh, Imperfect, it's worthless, and both prove a waste.
More by Jr. Horatio Alger
- Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Things Eatable.
- Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Wishes And Her Sufferings.
- Mrs. Merdle Doubts Paradise's Uneating Pleasure.
- Mrs. Merdle Goes To Market.
- Mrs. Merdle Suggesteth That Dinner Being Finished, The Gentlement Will Smoke. In The Meantime, She Discourseth.
- Mrs. Merdle, Having "Nibbled A Little" For Two Hours At Dinner, Retireth From The Table Unsatisfied.
- Nothing To Eat. The Argument
- Out Of Egypt.