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Nothing To Eat - The Invitation Post by :Laurence_Baker Category :Poems Author :Horatio Alger Date :May 2012 Read :1729

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Nothing To Eat - The Invitation

While waiting debating I stated before,
Jack Merdle drove up in his carriage and bays,
"Halloo," said the banker, "I see you're ashore--
No wonder--this weather is all in a haze--
But come in my carriage, and truly confess
You're a victim of hunger and dinner down town;
A case of most common distressing distress;
When dining in public with Jones, Smith or Brown,
Or some other practical men of the nation,
Is worse on the whole than a little starvation.

But come home with me for the sake of Lang Syne,
And see Mrs. Merdle and see how we dine.

I must not expect," he advised in advance,
"To meet with a dinner got up in perfection,
But must run the risk of the luck and the chance,
As candidates do on the day of election."

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Nothing To Eat - The Merdle Origin
Now Merdle, _en passant_, I had known for a scoreOf years, when a dinner with Jones, Brown or SmithAs good as one gets for a quarter or more,Was a thing unthought of, or else but a mythIn Merde's day-dreaming of things yet in store,When hope painted visions of a painted abode,And hope never hoped for anything more--I'm sure never dreamed he would dine _a la mode_.In dreams wildest fancy I doubt if he dreamed,That time in its changes that wears rocky shores,Should change what so changeless certainly seemed,Till Merdle, Jack Merdle, would own twenty stores,Much more own a bank, e'en the

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Nothing To Eat - Things That Mortals Eat There
And what do you eat in the mess there compounded?For roast beef, the gravy the soap-man should claim--The soup some odd things might turn up if sounded,And other "made-dishes" might turn up the same.Decoctions that puzzle your chemical skill,You get if you call either coffee or tea;And milk that is made with and tastes of the swill,As like milk, as wine is that often we seeIs like to the juice of the grape in perfection,Or like as the candidate after electionIs like the fair thing that we hoped or expectedBefore the base thief was exposed or detected;As like truth and virtue--and