with, at breakfast, and one for his cigar, after
dinner!
And I defy all the houris in Christendom to light a new flame in his heart!

Oh, sweet supernal coffee-pot!
Gentle panacea of domestic troubles,
Faithful author of that sweet nepenthe which deadens all the ills that
married folks are heir to.
Cheery, glittering, soul-soothing, warmed hearted, inanimate friend!
What wife can fail to admit the peace and serenity she owes to _you_?
To you, who stand between her and all her early morning troubles--
Between her and the before-breakfast grouch--
Between her and the morning-after headache--
Between her and the cold-gray-dawn scrutiny?
To you, who supply the golden nectar that stimulates the jaded masculine
soul,
Soothes the shaky masculine nerves, stirs the fagged masculine mind,
inspires the slow masculine sentiment,
And starts the sluggish blood a-flowing and the whole day right!

What is it, I ask you, when he comes down to breakfast dry of mouth, and
touchy of temper--
That gives him pause, and silences that scintillating barb of sarcasm on
the tip of his tongue,
With which he meant to impale you?
It is the sweet aroma of the coffee-pot--the thrilling thought of that
first delicious sip!

What is it, on the morning after the club dance,
That hides your weary, little, washed-out face and straggling, uncurled
coiffure from his critical eyes?
It is the generous coffee-pot, standing like a guardian angel between you
and him!
And in those many vital psychological moments, during the honeymoon, which
decide for or against the romance and happiness of all the rest of married
life--
Those critical before-breakfast moments when temperament meets temperament,
and will meets "won't"--
What is it that halts you on the brink of tragedy,
And distracts you from the temptation to answer back?
It is the absorbing anxiety of watching the coffee boil!
What is it that warms his veins and soothes your nerves,
And turns all the world suddenly from a dismal gray vale of disappointment
to a bright rosy garden of hope--
And starts _another_ day gliding smoothly along like a new motor car?
What is it that will do more to transform a man from a fiend into an angel
than baptism in the River Jordan?
_It is the first cup of coffee in the morning!_

_Coffee in Dramatic Literature_

Coffee was first "dramatized", so to speak, in England, where we read
that Charles II and the Duke of Yorke attended the first performan