

Coffee ! oh, Coffee ! Faith, it is surprising, 



'Mid all the poets, good and bad and worse, 

 Who've scribbled (Hock or Chian eulogizing) 



Post and papyrus with ' immortal verse,' 

 Melodiously similitudinizing 



In Sapphics languid, or Alcaics terse, 

 No one, my little brown Arabian berry, 



Hath sung thy praises, 'tis surprising, very ! " 



Is not the very name, COFFEE, suggestive 

 of aromatic odors? Is it not, indeed, the 

 fragrant incense we proffer at the shrine 

 of the social hearth, the delicious libation 

 which we pour on the altar of friendship ? Talk 

 of the famed Falernian wine of the ancients, or the nectar 



and ambrosia of the gods ; what were they to a delectable 

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