f,6 I GO A-F1SHING. 



were made in England; the vegetables, peas, and toma- 

 toes grew a thousand miles off in Bermuda ; the ancho- 

 vies came from the Baltic ; the olives from the Mediter- 

 ranean; the wine — Where did that red wine come from, 

 Philip ?" 



Philip. " From the remotest borders of Europe. It is 

 the only Hungarian wine I ever drank that I liked. It 

 is Turkenbind, the blood of the Turks, and only one vine- 

 yard grows that quality. The Effendi here sent .to Hun- 

 gary for it." 



Steenburger. "We have had red wine from the land 

 of the ancient Scythians, and white wine from the banks 

 of the Rhine. The coffee was a mixture of Mocha and 

 Java — Africa and the far Indies united for us to concoct 

 that tiny cup of beverage. The cup itself came from 

 China, made there two hundred years ago; no modern 

 work resembles that old ware; and the dinner was served 

 on dishes made in France, three thousand miles off across 

 the Atlantic. The fruits were from Havana ; there were 

 even some dates from Barbary, or the Eastern Mediter- 

 ranean, I don't know which." 



Philip. "They came from Mecca; Mohammed Abd- 

 el-Atti sent a skin of them to the Effendi, and rightly 

 said there are no such dates to be found out of Araby 

 the Blessed." 



Steenburger. " There sits the Doctor, still sipping his 

 little glass of Chartreuse from a convent in the heart of 

 Europe. What had the Romans to compare with this, 

 a common American dinner in New York ? Your par- 

 don, Philip — it was a good dinner, but nothing extraor- 

 dinary." 



Philip. " You have not half enumerated the foreign 

 contributions to your feast. The table, the chairs, the 



