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Updated: May 10, 2025
"Do me the favor to remember that you came, and are staying, at your own invitation. As for the brandy, I would remind you that I suggested a milder drink. Try some Madeira." He handed me the decanter, as he spoke, and I poured out a glass. "Madeira!" said I, taking a gulp. "Ugh! it's the commonest Marsala!"
Those who are not in society have plenty of fun of their own and better fun than the tea-party fun too. Jack Screwby has a night once a week, sardines and ham for supper, and a cask of Marsala in the corner.
It was at Marsala that, while he harangued his followers in a church, a voice in the crowd raised a cry of 'Rome or death! 'Yes; Rome or death! repeated Garibaldi; and thus the watchword originated which will endure written in blood on the Bitter Mount and on the Plain of Nomentum. Who raised it first? Perhaps some humble Sicilian fisherman.
"Now, Colonel I hope you are in good health and spirits." "Never better, Sir William, never better." "I'm very glad to hear it; very glad indeed. Try my Marsala I think it is quite good. Port is beyond us for the moment for the moment " And the old man sipped his brown wine, and smiled again. He made quite a handsome picture: but he was frail. "And where are you bound, Mr. Sisson? Towards Rome?"
"Ah," said he with a murmur of satisfaction, as he laid aside his shiny hat and bulging umbrella, "it is a long time since I have been in a casa signorile." "Good! good!" he repeated, looking about him. And he turned a genial eye on the glass of Marsala that I had poured out for him.
As we approached the western coast of Sicily we began to discover sailing-vessels and steamers. On the roadstead of Marsala two men-of-war were anchored, which turned out to be English. Having decided on landing at Marsala, we approached that port, and reached it about noon. On entering the harbor we found it full of merchant-vessels of different nations.
Atherton, and re-named it "Bronte,", from his connection with the Bronte estate in Sicily, which had been bestowed on Lord Nelson for his great services. When Lord Nelson received his first consignment of Marsala wines ordered for the fleet from his estate, he was asked to give the wine a name so that it might be known to the English people. Nelson said "call it Bronte."
The company lights were all extinguished; great, strong-smelling, cauliflower-headed moulds, that were always wanting snuffing, usurped the place of Belmont wax; napkins were withdrawn; second-hand table-cloths introduced; marsala did duty for sherry; and the stickjaw pudding assumed a consistency that was almost incompatible with articulation.
With a good-natured, ribald laugh, Boyne poured out another glass of marsala and pushed it gently over to Dyck's fingers. "My gin to your marsala," he said, and he raised his own glass of gin, looking playfully over the top to Dyck. With a sudden loosening of all the fibres of his nature, Dyck raised the glass of marsala to his lips and drained it off almost at a gulp.
There can be no difference of opinion about the excellence of the cuisine, or about the reasonable charges of this trattoria. A soup of lentils, followed by boiled turbot or fried soles, beefsteak or mutton cutlets, tordi or beccafichi, with a salad, the whole enlivened with good red wine or Florio's Sicilian Marsala from the cask, costs about four francs. Gas is unknown in the establishment.
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