The Montezuma, pages 2-3

Page 2 <br> <br> <br> Menu. <br> <br> <br> Green Turtle <br> Consomme Colbert <br> <br> <br> Hors d’oeuvre <br> Bouchees de Prince <br> Anchois <br> Queen Olives <br> Sardines <br> <br> <br> Shrimp a la Pontchartrain <br> Pommes <br> <br> <br> Boiled Leg of English Mutton, Caper Sauce <br> Calves’ Head, with Mushrooms <br> Puree Turnips <br> Hollandaise Potatoes <br> <br> <br> Roast Baron of Prime Beef, Demi Glace <br> Young Chicken, with Stuffing <br> Ribs of Lamb, Mint Sauce <br> Baked Mashed Potatoes <br> Sweet Potatoes Baked <br> Spinach, with Egg <br> Green Peas <br> <br> <br> Sweetbreads, with Fresh Truffles <br> Terrapin Stew, Maryland Style <br> Banana Fritters, Rhum Sauce <br> <br> <br> Sorbet, au Kirsch <br> <br> <br> Pate de Foi Gras <br> Radishes <br> Lettuce Salad <br> <br> <br> Lemon Meringue Pudding, Sherry Wine Sauce <br> Peach Pie <br> Malaga Grape Pie <br> Assorted Fancy Cakes <br> Charlotte Russe <br> Watermelons <br> Bananas Russett Pears <br> Peaches <br> Rocqueford and Edam Cheese <br> Boston Cream Crackers <br> Cafe Noir <br> <br> <br> Sunday, September 16.1883. <br> <br> <br> W. B. Hamblin, Manager. <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> Page 3 <br> <br> <br> Menu for the Mind. <br> <br> <br> “Nothing is permanent but change, nothing constant but death. Every pulsation of the heart inflicts a wound; and life would be an endless bleeding were it not for Poetry. She secures to us what nature would deny-- a golden age without rust, a spring which never fades, cloudless prosperity and eternal youth.” - Borne <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> “I shot an arrow into the air. <br> It fell to earth, I knew not where, <br> For, so swiftly it flew, the sight <br> Could not follow it in its flight. <br> <br> <br> I breathed a song into the air, <br> It fell to earth, I knew not where; <br> For who has sight so keen and strong, <br> That it can follow the flight of a song? <br> <br> <br> Long, long afterwards in an oak <br> I found the arrow, still unbroke; <br> And the song, from beginning to end, <br> I found again in the heart of a friend. <br> - Longfellow. <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> “Music is the inarticulate speech of the heart, which cannot be compressed into words, because it is infinite.” - Wagner. <br> <br> <br> “Were it not for music we might, in these days, say the beautiful is dead.” - D’Israeli. <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> “Music, as it rises from the family altar or echoes from the sanctuary, addresses the highest and holiest emotions of the soul.” - J. M. Smith. <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> “Music, in its highest form, seems a pensive memory.” - David Swing. <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> “When music grieves, the past <br> Returns in tears.” - Alexander Smith. <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> “Song shall be heard as long as fields are egreen, and skies are blue, and woman’s face is fair.” - Alexander Smith. <br>