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ABT. I. SOMETHING ABOUT WINE. BY H. T. TUCKERMAN,
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WITHOUT being a bon-vivant, and simply by virtue of the association of ideas in which sensation and sentiment bear an equal part, the places of a traveller's sojourn are identified with certain wines, so that a special vinous flavor in after-days, conjures up the image of a favorite companion and the scenery of a picturesque locality. The very name of Orvieto revives the artistic companionship of the trattoria Lepri at Rome, or the pic-nic at Albano or Tivoli; Vino d'Asti, in its golden effervescence, whispers of the enchantments of Lake Como and the battle-field of Marengo; the glow of old Marsala is warm with memories of Ætna, or breezy evenings on the Marina at Palermo, whence we retired to a hospitable palazzo where, on a marble table, stood the decanters immersed in the old volcano's snow;
Son le nevi il quinto elemento
Che compargono il verro bevere.' Whoso has studied in Germany, will greet the sight of an old emerald glass sacred to Johannisberg, and hear in fancy the Rhine song; the twang of choice Claret transports another to the Trois Frères or Café de Paris, or makes him respond to the poet's benediction :
Che si spilla in Avignone.' Old Port beams with the reflected tints of London mahogany and coal-fires; Metternich and old castles reäppear in the mirror of a dusty bottle of Hock; Burgundy inspires dreams of Southern France, the day at Nismes, or the quays at Bordeaux ; Malaga is sweet with Spanish memories, and the nabob at home regrets the VOL. LII.
zest of his Sherry at Calcutta. A vinous amateur could indeed designate eras by vintages, make landmarks of vineyards, and most vividly keep alive local memories by the diversified flavor of the grape. Lebanon wine would hallow Bethlehem to his imagination more than monastic relics ; his London banker's Port, the Duke of Nassau's Steinberg, the bottle of St. Peray hastily purchased while the steam-boat tarries on the Rhone, the Brousa of Stamboul grown under the snows of Olympus, blend with and identify these scenes forever to his epicurean reminiscence; and Beaume and Chambertin are names as classic in his estimation as Racine and La Fontaine ; he knows the Dukes of Burgundy only as the Princes des bons Vins; and honors Madam Cliquot more than the Maid of Orleans, because she is the largest Champagne grower of Rheims; the amber of Muscat is more precious in his eyes than that found in the torrent's bed; and he descends into a crypt of Nazareth to choose a jar, escorted by some modern Miriam or Ruth, with more zestful expectancy than Belzoni an unexplored catacomb.
The French speak of a Bordeaux which talks ; the ruins of the Rhine are, as it were, set in an ever-renewed garland of vineyards and mellowed, in the retrospect, by the song, the flavor and cheer of the wine. Burns' John Barleycorn; Faust in the cave; the Dutchman's Schnapps; the Englishman's Old Particular;' the Jerseyman's Cider; the Buckeye's Catawba, and the Bavarian's Beer; all places and poets, all nationalities and literature exhale this convivial element, more or less re ed and characteristic. From the wine-stain yet visible on a Pompeii slab to the silver punch-bowl which in some of our few remaining country mansions is the heir-loom of families; from Cleopatra's pearl dissolved, to Clarence drowned in wine; from Horace to Tennyson; from Noah to Metternich - history and humanity are reflected in wine. How apropos to these two last convives are Müller's quaint verses : *
* We forfeited by eating
Not drinking - Paradise :
And his confounded vice,
The world corrupted sank,
Death in the deluge drank,
With wife and children did get:
And not a soul was wet;
• Translated by 0. T. BROOKS.
. And when the flood abated,
There stood the round house then,
And all came out again,
• The cask for a memento,
Stood on the mountain's brow;
You all can see it now;
The sacred wine we drink,
Shall miserably sink!
Brave wine and jovial chorus.' Noah planted a vineyard; Solomon and David praise wine; and in Job it is prescribed for the weary. The grape is the most ancient of Egyptian symbols ; Montaigne calls its juice, the last pleasure of life, and says it takes the place of natural heat;' while Liebig declares it the milk of the aged.' Hear Redi:
"Se dell 'uve il sangue amabile
Troppo breve é sempre in pene.'
• Il vino é la poppa de vecchi.' There is a curious analogy between the process whereby wine reaches its perfection, the vicissitudes to which it is liable therein, and human life; a mysterious blending of original elements, the pure but crude juice, when new, like childhood's unadulterated aspect; then the hazardous fermentation, parallel with the impassioned development of youth; the product, if weak, liable to become sour and vapid, and if strong, reaching through time and change, a mellow richness, like the genial force of a noble character, or the mature grace of a vigorous mind.
Within a few years those indigestible mixtures which, under the name of punch, made our ancestors dyspeptic and bilious, and the strong wines that detained gentlemen so long from the drawingroom after dinner, have given place to the more salutary hygiene, long prevalent in Europe, that makes the light and pure wines of France and Germany the accompaniment instead of the finale of the chief diurnal banquet. As nervous stimulants, tonics, and aids to digestion, the milder and least adulterated juices of the grape are sanctioned by adaptation to climate, individual constitution and states of health, under the best medical counsel. In France especially, the science of nutrition in this regard has reached a bright